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gaping mouth. I was a good looking man. She was a beautiful woman. We were alone. This was nature. Who was I to fight nature? I knew that somewhere in my mind resided the ability to speak, but I had forgotten where I kept it.
     
    Sway rested delicate hands on apple-round hips, while her fingers teased at the silver ornate ties that held the small triangular piece of black and red trimmed cloth in place. She unfurled her raven hair streaked with her signature plum highlights from the confines of her favorite silver chopsticks, and used them to stab in place a lace wrap-around. It had a slit that ran practically all the way up to her waist that made me wonder why she even bothered. I should have looked away. The fallen, broken man of my mind screamed from the bottom of the darkened canyon of my failing morals for me to quit gawking, but I sat there and drank in every inch of her image highlighted by the golden sun. I noticed the shape her high-heels gave her legs and thighs, and suddenly realized why she always wore them. I stared at a similar silver tie that tugged in the middle of her stretched bikini top. Silver bracelet-like loops twined around her upper arms, and for the first time I really noticed the almost violet shade her dark eyes held as they sparkled in the daylight.
     
    I said nothing as I stood, and from the tray used by the concierge to bring my tea, I plucked a red-petal flower from its vase, broke off most of the stem, and then tucked the bloom safely in her hair, just beside her overly-pierced ear. She helped guide my hand with hers as I made sure it was secure, and there both our fingers lingered for just a moment before I stepped back as almost all personal space between us had unknowingly vanished.
     
    Being that close to her made me hot, and not in the way you’re thinking. She was a Fire Elf, and her natural body chemistry made her a walking oven. There, under a blazing sun burning alone in cobalt skies, she really was putting off some heat. She took a step to close the distance I was still trying to keep. She reached up and placed a lithe Elven finger on my chest that she let slide from side to side. Suddenly, she wasn’t the only one putting off heat. Now, I was hot, and it’s exactly what you’re thinking.
     
    “One of the advantages of having some Fire Elf DNA swimming around inside,” Sway said as she looked up at me through narrowed, searching eyes of confidence, “Is an ability to detect even the slightest change in temperature... especially when it rises.”
     
    I gulped. “I doubt you need Elf genes to detect this temperature spike.”
     
    She grinned wickedly, “Not in the slightest. Come on,” Her finger raked some more across my bare chest, and then flirted down toward my abs, “I can make you forget all about Maeve. We have this incredible suite, this amazing pool, a hot tub that I know we could really heat up. No sense in it all going to waste on some stupid reading.” Then she removed all distance between us. With nothing but my boardshorts, her piece of see-through lace, and some strategically strung together nylon separating us, I froze, and I didn’t dare move. I was on the edge of temptation, and I was ready to jump off.
     
    Even Mother Nature worked against me as the wind picked up her hair and tickled it across my neck and chest. The smell of Sway’s sweet cinnamon-esqu perfume replaced the scent of the coconut-banana sunscreen I wore. My bottom lip trembled, and at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to take Sway up on her offer. I wanted to forget about Maeve. I wanted to give in to the raging push I felt inside, but as the smell of Ale just so slightly tinted the warm breaths that rolled from Sway’s mouth across my cheek, I was reminded of the glass Largo had taken from me back home. Like that glass of Ale I was hoping to drink to dull my pain, if I allowed things to proceed now, it would be for the same wrong reason.
     
    My Dad – while having