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had not come next. Curious, he took the barest second to peek out of the window. It was enough.
    Enjoying herself immensely, Storm dove into the pool and gracefully emerged with her hair still a riot of curls that even saturation couldn’t tame. For her efforts, the men on the deck applauded. In what could only be feigned embarrassment she slowly got out of the pool. Cairo’s chair clattered to the floor. He was standing without being aware that he’d moved. He looked out of the window and then couldn’t look away.
    “What the hell is she wearing?” He asked the empty room. The room offered no explanations. “She may as well be naked.” He mumbled letting his eyes linger on Storm’s voluptuous body. She was barely dressed in a bikini so minuscule that it looked like a tangle of white strings. At any moment the intricate lacing looked like it might fall apart in a puddle at her feet. Created to reveal more than it covered, the wisp of fabric only barely contained her generous curves. It was a bathing suit for someone who wanted to be seen. He was seeing her. Her legs, tanned a golden bronze, were lean, strong and long enough to wrap around a man and hold him tight. Perspiration broke out on Cairo’s brow. He moved from around his desk and wandered closer to the window. He placed his fingertips on the glass. The curve of a well-shaped thigh, the hint of a dusky nipple was what he saw from his position. What did the men see from close-up?
    He was out the door before he could stop himself.
    Walking demurely away from her admirers, Cairo watched as Storm went in search of her towel. She never made it. His hand reached out and jerked her into a hidden enclave near the pool’s entrance. She was about to scream when she heard his voice close to her ear.
    “What are you doing?” The question came out in a growl.
    She whipped around to confront him. “You scared me!”
    “Good,” Cairo returned. “You should be scared.”
    She rolled her eyes. “What have I done now?”
    He folded his arms across his chest. “Don’t you know?”
    “I don’t!” Storm protested. “Enlighten me.”
    “Jessica, I manage a respectable business with a respectable clientele. I prefer that you don’t wander around the place giving the impression that you are for sale.”
    Storm stepped back and looked up at him, her eyes blazing.
    “What are you trying to say, Cairo?” She planted her hands on her hips.
    “Do you really want me to spell it out?” The words were harsher than he intended as his gaze traveled down her body and he found himself wishing for a moment that the hands on her hips were his.
    “Yes, spell it out for me.” It was a demand.
    “What I’m saying is that your Victoria’s Secret runway display is not appreciated here at The Victory .” He said scornfully.
    “My Victoria’s Secret runway display?” Storm repeated and laughed. “Mmm, that’s a new one. I didn’t know you were watching.”
    “How could I miss it?” He said his voice barely a whisper.
    “Did you like what you saw?” She asked huskily.
    “That’s not the point.” He said annoyed.
    Storm laughed. “What is the point, Cairo? Tell me quick. I’m getting cold.” She said hugging herself.
    Cairo could see why. He let his eyes roam over her. Hehad only made love to her once but his body tingled with the memory. Having a child and being married to a rich bastard had obviously had no ill effects.
    “Enjoying the view?” She asked with a knowing smile.
    Caught staring, he shrugged.
    “I take pleasure in the fact that you like what you see. I wore this outfit for you.” She said trailinga dainty hand down the front of his shirt.
    “Where’s your son?” Cairo asked abruptly, wanting to change the subject. “You haven’t left him to run wild on the island have you?”
    “Shane likes to have fun.” Storm answered lightly. “It’s in his genetic make-up. Here or at home, I can hardly try and tame him. He has dragged the hotel nanny