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opened this business, I wondered if you’d just found a new way to skim money from the same properties you worked with at Premiere since you continued to book trips to a lot of the same resorts.”
    â€œBecause they’re great destinations and I know them inside and out.”
    â€œIncluding the Marquis?”
    Slamming the door shut with her knee, she rubbed her temple where a stress headache wanted to take root.
    â€œNo. That one isn’t really—” Sighing, she began again. “It’s a unique place. Well off the beaten path just outside of scenic Saratoga, New York. Strictly for adults.”
    â€œIt didn’t come up in my early searches, but I just figured it was one of those high-end places that doesn’t advertise.”
    â€œIt is.” Just thinking about the things she’d seen there the last time she visited made heat crawl up her cheeks and take up residence. “Technically, Premiere doesn’t own it, but they are a partner of the eccentric owner and they take care of the food service and a few other basics. It’s a complicated relationship and it’s important that it remains under the radar since the guests are guaranteed a highly—” she cleared her throat “—sensual experience.”
    Was it just her, or was sex coming to mind way too much during this conversation? While she’d like to believe it was just the buzz of good champagne in her veins that made her feel so pleasurably warm inside, she knew it had more to do with Jake Brennan being in the room with her. He would make any woman take notice.
    â€œSounds like the perfect place to hide an embezzlement crime.” His jaw flexed, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head, fitting this new piece of evidence into the puzzle.
    â€œActually, precious little is hidden in the rooms of the Marquis.” She studiously avoided looking at him whilethinking about what went on in that private resort. Her eyes locked on the screwdriver in a silver cup holder on her desk. “Here.”
    She passed him the tool and eased past him to clear a path to the bookcase so he could take his equipment—and his questions—and go.
    He took the screwdriver, following more slowly.
    â€œIt also sounds like the perfect place to lose yourself.”
    â€œExcuse me?” She pulled the belt tighter on her bathrobe.
    No matter that she wore a tank top and comfy pair of girly boxer shorts underneath it. The more layers the better during a conversation about a sex-drenched playground with a droolworthy stud who’d not only seen her mostly naked, and seemed to enjoy the view.
    Ah, who was she kidding? She was enjoying checking him out just as much. Too bad he had already pulled a fast one on her or she might have considered acting on the sizzling connection between them.
    â€œI want to avail myself of your services through Lose Yourself. I need you to book me a trip to this place as soon as possible.”
    The image that presented—Jake Brennan stalking the secret lairs of the sexually adventurous—gave her heart palpitations. And, oddly, inspired a ridiculous surge of jealousy for all the women who would dole out their best tricks to attract his notice.
    â€œNo.” She folded her arms. Shook her head. “You don’t want to go there. There’s a strict policy abouthidden cameras anyway. Definitely not your kind of place.”
    â€œDon’t you want to find out who tried to pin about ten different federal crimes on you?”
    â€œYes, but—”
    â€œGood. That’s why you’re going with me.”

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    â€œF ORGET IT .”
    Marnie wrenched the screwdriver out of his hand and turned toward the display case that held his camera as if to remove it by herself.
    â€œI need you there.” He slid his arm between her and the bookcase to stop her. The fact that his knuckles brushed against her flat stomach and his shoulder rubbed