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court for the judge to stare at. More “proof” of the depravity that had supposedly led her to drug her husband and get him to sign a bogus will. What was Bobby thinking?
    He strolled over to the tub and leaned against the side. “Still tedious? I wouldn’t want to bore you.”
    â€œIdiot. I came here for privacy.”
    â€œIdiot?” He laughed. “Why don’t you tell me what you really think?”
    â€œI’m not going to stay here mincing words with you,” she said. “I’m going to call the management and complain.”
    â€œPoor service, huh?” He leaned over the edge of the tub, nearly putting his face into hers. “Problem is, you’d have to get out of the tub and go inside to use the phone.”
    â€œAsshole.”
    â€œThat’s better, princess.”
    â€œYou don’t understand. I can’t be seen here.”
    â€œOh, I understand. It’d be horrible if someone saw you here with a naked man,” he said. “A naked and aroused man.”
    Before her better sense kicked in, she lifted her head enough to glance over the edge of the tub at him. Sure enough, he had another very impressive erection. Great, just fucking great. If Howard’s sons got wind of this, they’d be sure to take pictures and present them in court.
    â€œI have enemies who’d use my presence here against me,” she said.
    â€œWho’s going to see you way up here?”
    â€œYou’ve never heard of binoculars and telescopes?”
    â€œSomeone wants to get you that much?” he asked.
    â€œI’m not going to tell you my life’s story,” she said. “Now close those panels.”
    â€œNot necessary.” He shrugged. “That’s one-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.”
    â€œIt is?”
    â€œWhat other purpose could there be for glass panes there?”
    That made sense, more or less. The club needed complete secrecy to operate. They’d want to hide what went on even if their patrons didn’t care.
    â€œIf you don’t trust me, you can trust Madeline,” he said. “So come out, come out, little princess.”
    â€œThe term asshole doesn’t do you justice.”
    He grinned. “Why not try prick ?”
    â€œI’m not sure that’s good enough, either.” But she did sit back up in the tub and discovered that she’d submerged her glass of champagne in her panic.
    He took the flute from her. “Let me rinse this out, and we can start over.”
    He left, and she did her best to relax. Her heart still raced, but her fear changed into excitement as she gazed around her. She had a glorious view of the city, all the way down California Street toward the bay. When Bobby came back, she could make him pay for his little joke. She could work him good and hard, and she could gaze out over San Francisco while she did it.
    He returned, poured her some fresh champagne, and got back into the tub. “Now then, chocolate.”
    Reaching to the nearby table, he took a fork, stabbed a piece of pound cake, and swirled it in the melted chocolate in the fondue pot. With his free hand underneath to catch drips, he brought the treat to her lips. It was sweet and warm, lush against her tongue. As she chewed, some of the chocolate escaped to the corner of her mouth. Bobby bent to remove it with a kiss.
    Then he moved to cover her lips with his own, and in a moment, their arms were wrapped around each other as they tasted each other. Slowly and methodically, he drew her into the embrace as a cloud of sexual awareness coalesced around them.
    Her lips parted on a moan, and he took the invitation to slide his tongue into her mouth. When it touched hers, a current of desire washed through her. Damn, but the man could kiss. As sweet and hot as the chocolate and far more intoxicating than the champagne.
    Gently, he took the glass from her hand and put it on the table