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with two men was completely out of her comfort zone. It was scandalous and improper. So bad it had never even made it to the do not do list at work.
    If this had happened in the city at a club, or at the office, she never would have agreed.
    Daphne glanced out the window. But this wasn’t anywhere near the city. She was hundreds of miles off shore on a singles cruise where no one knew her. Damon and Tony were right—she’d made the arrangements, booked the vacation time, and everyone expected her to be gone.
    She glanced down at her nails. They did need a good shaping. Before she talked herself out of it, she nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay for tonight. No promises.”
    Damon agreed. “Never.”

Chapter 4
    DAPHNE
    “ H i , I’m Daphne Meadows, I’m supposed to have a starboard side room.” Daphne managed a bland smile for the woman behind the check-in desk. It was better than the shock and awe she’d been wandering around with ever since leaving Damon and Tony.
    The woman typed into her computer and glanced up with a frown. “I’m sorry, it looks like we’ve had a bit of a delay. Your room won’t be ready for another hour. But according to this, you have a spa appointment in… five minutes. Let me show you the way.”
    The clerk steered her toward the elevator bank and left her standing there with a comforting pat on the shoulder. Do I look that shell shocked? The elevator opened and Daphne stepped inside.
    In a matter of hours, her day had gone from hectic to terrible to batshit crazy. Could she really stay there without Rachel? On a singles cruise? Could she really have dinner with the owners of the cruise ship and maybe… more?
    She still didn’t understand what they wanted from her. Was she a pet project like what’s-her-face in Mean Girls ? She would go to the spa, walk out a supermodel and their work would be done. Not likely. If she were a betting sort of woman, she’d guess they only wanted to get in her pants.
    Maybe it was some testosterone-fueled competition and whoever scored first won. From the looks of them, they had to be jocks in college. Football players? Soccer? Daphne thought back to her dreams of east coast colleges and their tri-fold brochures. All the places she’d wanted to escape to when she was young.
    A contest made sense. You could take the man out of the sport, but he never lost the drive. She’d seen it in so many celebrities. The high stakes investments. Gambling. She snorted as the elevator slowed. Hate to disappoint you boys, but you’ll both lose this one.
    The doors opened and Daphne’s mouth fell open for the umpteenth time since stepping on board the cruise liner. When they said spa, they weren’t kidding.
    Complete with marble columns, gentle waterfalls and staff decked out in fancy white uniforms, Daphne was pretty sure that this spa rivalled ones that her high flying clients frequented. She’d heard about these sorts of places from her clients, but she’d never gone to one. Sure, she’d had manicures—looking presentable at all times was a part of the job. But to go to a spa and actually be pampered? Her salary didn’t afford that.
    Hell, with LA’s cost of living, all she could manage was a studio apartment and a ten-year-old Jetta. She’d been working at Hopkins PR for five years. She’d planned on making partner in seven. But now… just the thought of the office and her career plans made her insides flip. She didn’t know what to do anymore.
    The woman behind the front desk ushered her forward. “Hello, welcome to Spa Stardust. Do you have an appointment?”
    “I think so.”
    “Name?”
    “Daphne Meadows.”
    The woman’s eyes widened as she looked her up and down. “Yes. Right this way. You have a massage first; I hope that’s all right.”
    “Sounds dreamy.”
    “After that it’s a manicure and pedicure and then hair and makeup.”
    Daphne cocked her head. “Hair and makeup?”
    “We have a full service salon as well.”
    She’d never