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then took another sip.  By her third sip her heart had begun to slow, moving back to normal pace.  She glanced over at Rico and saw that he was checking something on his cell phone.  He hadn’t been watching her, thank God.  There was no way she wanted him to guess how scared she was to be alone with him.
    After a minute he glanced over at her.  “Sorry,” he said and gave her an apologetic smile.  “Bad habit.”  He stuffed the phone into his pocket.  “I’ve got to learn to leave the office at the office.”  Then he gave her a sly look.  “Are you going to add that to your list of things to train me on?”
    That made her laugh.  “Of course not.  My list is long enough already.”  And with the laughter her tension eased and she was able to slide back into the plush seat, her body and mind beginning to relax.
    Within twenty minutes Asia felt the car begin to slow until it came to a complete stop.  She peered out the window and saw blue sky, blue water and a big, beautiful white yacht bobbing at the end of a dock.
    Asia gasped then turned to Rico.  “Where are we?”
    “I wanted to take you somewhere where you can let your hair down.”  He looked pointedly at the customary bun on top of her head.  “We’re going to have dinner on my yacht.”
    Asia’s heart lurched.  Right then she couldn’t say whether it was from fear or pleasure.  “Oh, that’s…nice.”  Not knowing what else to say she forced a smile and waited for Rico to make the next move.
    Her head snapped up as the door opened and she saw the chauffeur standing there, waiting for them to exit.  Rico was holding out his hand to help her and, wary though she was, she placed her hand in his.  When his fingers, so warm and strong, encircled hers she dropped her eyes and forced herself to breathe.  No matter what, she had to act normal.
    That was easier said than done.  When she got out of the car she found herself standing directly in front of Rico, her face mere inches from the V of his shirt and that rippling chest she’d admired from afar.  Now she found herself so close she could almost feel the warmth of his body and her nostrils were filled with the freshness of his cologne.  She took a quick step back.
    “Are you alright?”  He reached out a hand as if to steady her.
    She shook her head quickly.  “It’s okay.  I’m fine.”
    He gave her a quizzical look then he shrugged.  “Okay then. Lets go.”
    He gave a nod to the driver then led the way down the pathway of wooden planks toward the yacht.  In Asia’s eyes it was huge, probably almost fifty feet long she would guess.  More than impressive.
    They were greeted by a tall, somber man in a white uniform.  Rico introduced him as Charles Parker, the captain who would be taking them out onto the water while they dined below.
    After they’d helped her on board Rico took her on a tour of the yacht.  With its TV room, bedroom suites and Jacuzzi it was like a magnificent mansion on water.  Their last stop was the dining room.  It was here that Asia got her biggest surprise.  It was a luxurious room with a table set for two, on which sat six softly glowing candles.  The setting seemed so intimate that Asia hesitated.  Did Rico have special plans for tonight?
    She didn’t have time to ponder that.  He’d already pulled out her chair and stood waiting for her to sit.  Reluctantly she stepped forward then sank down onto the soft cushioned seat.  She thought he was going to sit, too.  Instead he wheeled a food trolley toward the table.  As he lifted the silver domes that covered each dish the air was filled with a variety of delicious aromas and her mouth watered when she saw the feast of fish fillet in a creamy sauce, a mélange of steaming hot vegetables, savory wild rice and a basket of warm bread rolls that smelled freshly baked.  The lower level of the trolley had soup, salad, an assortment of dressings and, to Asia’s delight, a