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know of a secluded spot that's great for swimming. We could go there tomorrow and I'll bring a picnic lunch.”
    She tore her gaze away from the view to look at him once again. Spending another day with this gorgeous man, alone, was worth saying yes. But to see him half dressed? To catch a glimpse of the muscle lurking beneath his shirt could bring back her muse. Besides, she enjoyed his company and wanted to learn more about the Spaniard.
    “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Kayla leaned her forehead against the cool tile of the shower while the hot water sluiced down her back. She'd had a fitful night of sleep thanks to the sexy Spaniard. He'd had the audacity to show up in her dreams and make sexual advances, leaving her with a painful throb between her legs that she simply refused to address herself.
    She was sick of 'taking care of business' as her friend Nikki put it. It only took one drop-dead gorgeous, Spanish-speaking man to make her realize what she'd been missing the past two years. Nikki had been right, she needed to get laid and the sooner the better.
    With a new plan in mind, she exited the shower and toweled dry. Originally, she'd been going to wear her one-piece suit but change of plans. She decided on a bikini. Tossing the towel wrapped around her body into a laundry basket, she grabbed the suit bottom and pulled it up to settle low on her hips. Next came the top. She did a spin in front of the full-length mirror and gave a nod of approval. Kayla wasn't the type of woman who thought herself beautiful, though Nikki had always said she too could have been a model. Today, staring at her reflection in the ruby red suit did something for her ego. She'd always taken care of her body and had the curves to prove it. Armand wouldn't know what hit him.
    Kayla topped off her ensemble with shorts and a tee then slipped on a pair of flip-flops. She glanced at the clock. Armand would be here in twenty minutes to pick her up. He'd assured her he would take care of everything. She only needed to dress for the occasion.
    With nothing to do but wait, she sat on the couch and watched the clock tick. Bad move. Her nerves were beginning to get the better of her. Maybe I should change. I mean what the hell am I thinking trying to seduce him? What if he turns me down? She was being silly. If her intention was to get laid and she would only be in Spain for a few months, why not live it up? It wasn't like she was planning on marrying the man, and he'd be crazy to turn her down. Her intuition told her he was already interested.
    She didn't have time to change her mind or her clothes before a knock came. Swallowing down her fear, she pulled up her courage before she flung open the door. Armand flashed a smile that would seduce her grandmother. Seeing him dressed in cut-offs and a white tee that hugged every muscle, she lost her voice.
    “Are you ready?” His smooth accent caressed her. She could listen to him talk for hours and never grow tired of it. Matter of fact, she'd feel foolish admitting he made her wet between the thighs with every word he spoke. God, her mind briefly went back to her dreams of him telling her all the naughty things he was going to do to her. Some in Spanish and some in heavy accented English. She'd had no idea what he'd said, but it had been fun anyway.
    Shit.
    “Yes. Are you sure I don't need to bring anything?”
    “No, I have towels and a picnic lunch all ready for us.” He held out his hand. “Shall we?”
    She slipped her hand into his and like before he tucked it under his arm. This time however, she gave his bicep a slight squeeze as they walked along the brick path and headed toward the park. Kayla couldn't help noticing again how his touch cocooned her in warmth. Once more she dug for Nana's words. Something about meeting a man whose fire … Damn, she couldn't remember.
    Within minutes, they arrived at the lake’s marina and he escorted her down a wooden