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fantasy about being with a stranger.
To her surprise, that had turned on Sandra immensely. Which was
just crazy, especially since the only man she’d ever been with was
her ex- husband, Eric.
    “You’ve got one. I can see it in your eyes.
Spill it.”
    Sandra pursed her lips. “Well . . .”
    “If you go, I’ll go.”
    Sandra nodded. “It’s . . . well, being with
a stranger.”
    “You mean a one- night stand?”
    “No, more like making love with someone and
not knowing who it is.”
    “So, like, some sexy guy is making out with
you and you can’t see who it is? That’s pretty intense.”
    Aimee wrote down item number three as Make love to a sexy stranger while blindfolded.
    “Now yours,” Sandra said.
    Aimee wrote item four on the napkin, then
turned it toward Sandra so she could see.
    Have sex with two men at the same time
(maybe more).
    Sandra felt her cheeks heat. “That’s some
list we have there.”
    Aimee laughed. “It’s only four items. We’re
not done yet.”
    “I think I am.”
    “Okay, then. I’ll just put some down for
your consideration.”
    Aimee jotted several more items on the napkin as
Sandra watched. Finally, she turned it so Sandra could read it.
    1. Be held captive.
    2. Experiment with bondage.
    3. Make love to a sexy stranger while
blindfolded.
    4. Have sex with two men at the same time
(maybe more).
    5. Be a love slave.
    6. Have a love slave.
    7. Be a voyeur.
    8. Try exhibitionism.
    “Want anything else?”
    Sandra nearly jumped at the waitress’s
voice. She wanted to snatch the list from Aimee and stuff it in her
purse, but the young woman didn’t even glance at it.
    “Yes. How about a couple of piña coladas?”
Aimee said.
    Sandra smiled and nodded. She loved piña
coladas.
    The waitress picked up the empty champagne
bottle from the table and placed it on her round tray, then grabbed
the two empty flutes. She disappeared into the crowd.
    Sandra picked up a piece of zucchini from
the appetizer tray and dipped it in the dressing, then took a bite.
The waitress returned a few moments later with their drinks. Sandra
took a sip.
    “It’s about time.” Aimee glanced over
Sandra’s shoulder.
    Sandra glanced around to see Devlin
approaching their table. His glittering gaze locked on her as he
walked toward them in his usual relaxed gait, a charming half smile
curling his lips.
    Although she couldn’t see the color of his
eyes in this light, she knew they were as blue as the sky at dusk,
dusted with golden specks, and surrounded by a midnight blue ring.
The raspy shadow across his jaw gave him a definite masculine
allure, and he’d tied back his medium brown shoulder length hair,
which was typical on a workday. His relaxed casual- Friday outfit
consisted of well- worn jeans and a brown tweed blazer over a brown
striped shirt.
    Sandra slid farther into the booth to make
room for him, and he sat down beside her.
    His gaze fell to the table. “What’s
this?”
    Oh, damn. Sandra tried to grab the cocktail
napkin as he plucked it from the table—the napkin with the list
scribbled on it—but he snatched it out of reach and began to
read.
    His grin broadened to a smile, revealing his
strong white teeth. “Well, this is quite the menu. Are there
pictures to go along with it?”
    “You are so bad.” Sandra’s hand brushed
across his broad chest as she tried to reach the list, but he held
it farther away from her. She stretched her arm more, trying to
grab the small square napkin, but his arms were longer than hers.
Suddenly, she realized she was practically draped across him, her
chest against his, and she became intensely aware of his muscular
arm beneath her fingertips, her breasts pressed against his solid,
ridged chest, his face far too close to hers. Kissably close.
    And kissing wasn’t something she intended to
do with Devlin. He was her friend.
    She drew back and tugged the sides of her
shirt down, then smoothed it over her hips, her lips pursed.
    Now would come the