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sent fire racing through his veins. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything or anyone in his life.
    “We’d better call it a night. I think you’ve seen enough for your first day.”
    They parted, scooting off the end of the sofa. Ryan got to his feet and reached out to help Candace up. She put her hand in his. So right, he thought. He held her hand all the way to her cabin door. “You should have a newsletter in your room with a list of all the things happening onboard tomorrow. We’ll be at sea all day, so there’s plenty of time. Choose anything you want.” He pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss. “I’ll pick you up for breakfast and we’ll go from there.”
    Ryan waited outside her cabin until he heard the deadbolt slide into place before he returned to his suite. He sat at his desk and scanned the bank of surveillance monitors. The poolside mixer continued in full swing. With a wiggle of his finger on the joystick, he swiveled the camera around to pan the area. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. Couples and a few groups were scattered around the deck in various stages of sex-play. Many of the passengers on this cruise were repeat customers and it showed. Usually it took a while longer for things to heat up to this degree.
    He checked the monitor outside Candace’s room. He resisted the urge to look in on her. Instead, he turned on the ship’s open channel on the television. Already there were several videos available to watch. It wasn’t unusual for one couple to upload a video to the open channel on the first night, but ten had to be a record. He clicked on the first one and recognized the two passengers as regulars. “They should move in,” he mumbled, unimpressed by their attempt at porn, and flicked to the next one. The video editors did a good job of making sure everything submitted to the open channel was, if not tastefully done, then at least inoffensive and non-violent, but Ryan made a habit of skimming the amateur videos himself, just to make sure.
    The open channel had been Richard’s idea and Ryan had argued long and hard against it, but Richard had been right, the passengers loved it. The staterooms were equipped with a closed-circuit camera that could only be turned on from the control room, or Ryan’s personal control panel. Passengers had to visit guest services where they were required to sign a waiver and pay a small fee to have the camera activated for a period of time. The fee covered minimal editing and a take-home copy of the video. Many, chose to have their videos shown on the open channel for the enjoyment of the other passengers, some only wanted a souvenir.
    The thing that had sold Ryan on the expense of cameras in every stateroom had been the ability to check in on passengers via the in-room cameras. Everyone coming aboard signed away virtually all their rights to privacy, but Ryan remained adamant that the system would be used only as a security tool. He’d never been tempted to break his own rule -- until tonight.
    What was she doing in there? Had she gone to bed already? Was she reading the list of activities for tomorrow or trying out one of the items in her welcome basket? Maybe she was watching one of the passengers’ videos.
    His hand hovered over the control panel. If he looked in on her, she’d never know. Ryan flexed his fingers and curled them into a fist. No. He wouldn’t stoop that low, not tonight. Not ever. If he gave in to his need, he’d be no better than the degenerates, both male and female, who used the Lothario as if it was their own floating whorehouse. His conscience ate at him. That’s what Lothario was, what he and Richard designed it to be. When they had come up with the idea, they’d told themselves they were providing a service, that there wasn’t anything like it out there. Nowhere on earth, except maybe in Amsterdam, could a person explore their every sexual fantasy without censure.
    Throughout the years of planning and