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thinking.
    “Not as good as you look,” Rico replied in his singsong voice.
    My toes curled with uninhibited delight. This was so unlike me. I didn’t let myself be massaged by absolute strangers. I didn’t think shameful thoughts about them transferring their generosity to other, more eager parts of my body. Your stateroom or mine? was racing through my mind.
    “Why don’t I take you to dinner tonight?” Rico suddenly asked, hands still moving up and down in a soothing motion.
    Dinner? Tonight? I thought about it. I really hadn’t come on this cruise to get entangled with more men. Sam was already more than I could handle. I sighed. “I can’t go to dinner with you, Rico. I’m sorry.”
    “Why not?” He sounded sad... confused. “You’re not going to eat alone, are you? I’ll show you a good time, Missy. I promise.” As he said these last words, he moved his hands lower than they had been previously, massaging parts of me that were sensitive and more accustomed to the feel of panty waistbands than thick, male fingers. He rubbed the two black beads that were tied to my bikini against my hip, using them like hot massage stones.
    At his adept touch, my entire lower body responded with obvious and forceful agreement. Drowning in pleasure, I struggled to reach the surface so that I might be able to think clearly. As I started to turn onto my back, I said, “All right, dinner it is.”
    Rico, my handsome Bahamian, was nowhere to be found. Instead, Max Walker was sitting on the edge of my deck chair, a bottle of suntan lotion clutched in his left hand, looking quite pleased with himself. It had been him giving me the massage, not Rico. “Should I start on the front?”

Chapter Five
    M Y HANDS FLEW up to my chest. I suddenly felt exposed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Covering your lovely back with suscreen.”
    “You ass,” I said, struggling to sit up. My head was swimming. “You molested me under false pretenses.”
    “Molested you? I certainly wouldn’t call it that, but when you do, it sounds pretty exciting.”
    “Pig.” I backed away from him as much as I could, then used both hands to fix my bathing suit. “I can’t believe you!”
    “If you recall what happened, I never actually claimed to be anyone. It’s not my fault you’re so indiscriminate.” Max rubbed his hands together to absorb the excess lotion that had fallen into the cracks between his fingers.
    “Whose fault is it that you’re a pervert?” I stared down at the hot wooden deck for a moment then met his blue-eyed gaze with new resolve. “Where’s Sam? You two split up already?”
    “We aren’t a gay couple. We weren’t planning on spending every moment attached at the hip.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Why do you care about Sam?”
    “I don’t.” I swung my feet off the recliner and self-consciously checked for any wrinkles on my stomach.
    Max moved closer to me, his ridiculously bright yellow and black shorts hurting my eyes. “So... did my accent turn you on?”
    Something about him had certainly had turned me on, but it was a lot more than his voice. “You sounded ridiculous.”
    “You loved it. You thought I was your Bahamian boy toy, come back for a little more recreational activity.”
    “It was just suntan lotion.”
    “Really? What about dinner?”
    I swung my straw bucket tote at his bulging bicep, which was encased in a bright yellow t-shirt. His muscular physique was yet another surprise, one I hadn’t known existed under his Hugo Boss suits. “You pushed me into it. I told him... you... no.”
    “In the end you said yes.” He capped the bottle of lotion. “So are we still on for dinner?”
    “No!”
    “Well, why not? Same argument applies. You have to eat, so why do it alone?”
    I shook my head. “Same argument may apply, but the answer will still be different.”
    “Give me one good reason why.”
    “Because I said so!” I watched the other cruisers drink and dance happily