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stupid lapdog. The woman
who'd been peering over his shoulder now had one hand curved around his arm,
and the woman who'd been sitting on the lounge stood on the other side of him,
her highball glass raised while poking the straw between his lips...
    "Don't
even think about it," Val said, when she saw that Andrea's attention was
focused on Jerry. "I saw him first. No disrespect intended, but he clearly
likes the younger women. Not those two with him, though. I know, because he
keeps looking this way. And they know it too. Just watch. As soon as I start
toward them they'll take their cue and leave." She stood in her tight
shorts and snug tank top, and giving a little hip wiggle, sashayed over to
where Jerry stood. Just as Val predicted, the two women who'd been fawning over
Jerry eyed Val with uncertainty, gave Jerry an affectionate hug, and strolled
off...
    "Excuse
me, signora . Is this seat available
now?" a deep male voice said in a soft, incredibly appealing Italian accent.
Andrea looked up to see a tall, dark-haired man, handsome as the devil and
looking ten years younger than she, peering down at her. If there was anything
to the term, bedroom eyes, this man had them. A man in his prime, his broad
chest was clad in a navy turtle neck, and his tight white pants defined his
maleness. The term sugar pup came to mind. But she'd be damned if she'd pay for
his company...
    " Signora ?"
    "Oh...
yes, umm... please sit down," Andrea said, feeling a little giddy in the
man's presence, wondering why Val hadn't gone after him instead of Jerry.
"My friend seems to have lost interest in my company," she added.
    "Which is
her loss, and my gain." The man's voice was as smooth as thick cream. He
settled his large frame into the lounge chair, turned those sleepy hooded eyes
on her, and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself, signora. I am
Alessandro Cavallaro."
    Andrea offered
her hand. "Andrea Porter," she said, knowing her last name was common
enough that she wouldn't be pegged with Jerry.
    To her
surprise, Alessandro Cavallaro bent over her hand and kissed it, then held it
sandwiched between his palms. "My pleasure, Signora Porter. I noticed you
when you first boarded the ship," he said in that smooth, deep voice while
peering into her eyes. "And you appear to be travelling alone. Am I
right?"
    Andrea glanced
at Jerry, who was staring at her. But a moment later, Val cut off his view by
moving in front of him and shoving a straw hat on his head. "Yes, I'm
travelling alone," she said, watching Val trail her finger down the length
of Jerry's waxed chest and up again.
    Alessandro
Cavallaro leaned toward her and said in a soft, low tone that suggested pillow
talk, "Then I assume you are also unattached, correct?"
    Andrea glanced
at Jerry, who was smiling at Val. But, then, Val was a swinger with a body that
would catch the eye of any hot-blooded male. Jerry was no exception. Although
she didn't want to share a bed with Jerry ever again, for some unexplainable
reason, she didn't want Val in his bed either. But that was only because of the
newness of their situation. During their twenty-five years of marriage it had
never occurred to her that they would ever share a bed with anyone but each
other. But it was where they were now.
    "Yes,"
she said, at last. "I'm unattached."
    Alessandro
Cavallaro smiled, displaying perfect white teeth, and said, "Well, Signora Porter, we have at least two
hours before the first call for dinner, so perhaps you'll do me the honor of
telling me everything there is to know about you..."
    ***
    Jerry stood at
the wide viewing window of the fitness room while watching Andrea making a
complete fool of herself . The same man he'd seen her
with earlier was hovering over her like the cougar-hunter he was. And she was
soaking it up, smiling and batting her eyelashes, and flirting like a woman
half her age. He let out a little grunt of amusement. The man was in for a rude
awakening if he managed to get her in bed. Sex was