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the red,” she told her friend. “Don’t argue.”
    When Rio arrived to pick her up at seven she was wearing a soft, knitted dress that barely came to the tops of her knees and had a neckline that draped below her collarbone at the front but dipped way below her waist at the the back. The design didn’t allow for a bra, so beneath it she wore only a matching red thong and sheer thigh-high hose. On her feet were a pair of red stilettos, courtesy of Molly, and red crystal earrings hung almost to her shoulders. Her hair was piled with studied carelessness on top of her head and held in place with a red-and-gold clip.
    It was worth all the effort when she opened the door for Rio and saw the stunned look on his face.
    “Holy shit!” was all he could manage.
    Amber gave him a shy smile. “Am I all right?”
    “All right?” he shook himself. “If I had any brains I‘d throw a big blanket over you so no one else could see how magnificent you are.”
    Nick and Molly hovered in the foyer, Nick’s arm draped carelessly over his wife’s shoulders.
    “Have fun, kids,” Nick teased. “And behave yourselves.”
    Rio finally managed a laugh as he ushered Molly out of the door. “There’s no fun in that. And by the way, don’t wait up for us.”
    During the drive to Peregrine, Amber sat erect in her seat, her fingers twined together, doing her best to relax.
    “Easy, querida.” Rio reached a hand over and covered both of hers, the warmth of it seeping into her system. “This is just to give you a taste. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, we’ll leave. No problem.”
    “I have such mixed feelings,” she told him. “I’m fascinated by this but—”
    “No buts. We’ll have dinner and take it one stage at a time. This should be pleasure, not torture, Amber.”
    “But I want to share this with you.”
    “I want that too. But only if it gives you pleasure. So relax. We’re almost there.”
    They were passing a long, high-walled fence now and within seconds Rio turned in to an entrance with an iron gate. Lowering his window he reached out and pressed a code into the security box. The gates slid open silently and he pulled through onto the smoothly paved driveway. Oak trees like those at Molly’s dotted the meticulously landscaped grounds that surrounded the massive two-story Spanish-style house.
    A valet met them at the bottom of the steps and a butler in full black tie opened the door and greeted them.
    “Good evening, Señor Negron. Señorita .”
    Amber stared openmouthed at the opulence of what looked like an old-money mansion. Fine art decorated the walls of a short hallway and bulbs shaped like candles shone dimly in sconces. The hallway quickly split off in different directions but Rio urged her straight ahead and through a glass door, into what appeared to be an exclusive restaurant.
    The hostess, also in formal attire, smiled at them.
    “I have your table ready, Señor Negron. Right this way, please.”
    She seated them in an alcove next to a window that overlooked the vast sweep of the mansion’s grounds. Tiki torches flickered here and there. Amber could just make out the shapes of couples, some obviously engaged in conversation, others even more obviously in other activities.
    She leaned across the table and whispered, “Rio? There are naked people out there.”
    He grinned. “Yes, cariña. There usually are.”
    “D-do I have to get naked too?” God, did she sound like an idiot or what? Whatever sophistication she had seemed to be lying around her in tatters.
    He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Amber. This is just so you can dip your toe in the waters, so to speak, and see if you want to pursue it further. With me.” He looked up as a waiter approached the table. “Ah. Just in time. Would you like a glass of sparkling water with a twist of lime? The club forbids alcohol. People can lose control too easily. But