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“Shall I set you up?”
Lisa stared at her. “What?”
“With Michel. You’re just his type, too.”
“I am?”
“Oh, yeah. He likes them tall. And you have great legs.”
Oh, geez. “I…I…”
“I understand. Come with me. I’m Drew, by the way.”
“Where are we going?”
“Just to the back. Your friend’s back there.”
“Hey, I definitely don’t want to intrude on whatever she’s doing.”
“Oh, we won’t. Don’t worry.” Drew led Lisa to a small room containing a king-sized bed. “Wait here.”
“For what?”
“For Michel, of course.”
“But I—”
Drew giggled and closed the door behind Lisa. Now what? Was she supposed to undress from the waist down? She rolled her eyes. It was like getting a pelvic exam. All the room needed was the stirrups. A bottle of rum and several shot glasses sat on a table next to the bed. A little drink might be just what she needed right now. She hastily poured herself a shot of rum and downed it. Then another. The alcohol burned the inside of her mouth and coated her throat with warmth. Better. Much better. Now, what to do?
Why not go for it? Heck, she’d been walking around the resort nearly naked for two days. It’s not like anyone would see something he hadn’t already seen. She disrobed and folded her clothes neatly on a chair. Then she lay down on the bed.
And felt entirely exposed.
So she got under the covers. Her heart beat a staccato rhythm as she waited for Michel. After what seemed like an hour, the door creaked open.
“Lisa?” A husky, French-accented voice greeted her.
“Y-Yeah. I’m Lisa.”
“I am Michel.” He walked forward and held out his hand.
Even in the dim room, he was gorgeous. His photo hadn’t done him justice. Too bad he was vanilla and she was craving chocolate.
“Uh, look, Michel. I’ve been thinking…”
“I understand. This is new to you. Do not worry. I promise you will enjoy yourself.” He opened the drawer of the table where the rum sat and pulled out a silky scarf.
Nope. Not going there. “If your intention is to gag me or blindfold me, think again.”
“I would never gag you, chérie. I want to hear you scream my name. But I will cover your eyes. It will make you more comfortable.”
He had a point. Plus, if she couldn’t see, she could imagine anyone was licking her pussy. A dark head covered in dreads. A perfectly sculpted coffee-colored face with lips to die for. “Okay. I’ll wear the blindfold.”
He leaned over her and gently tied it around her eyes. The silk was cool and soft against her skin.
“Now”—his voice was soothing, hypnotic—“let me see that gorgeous pussy.”
A whoosh of warm air crept over her flesh as Michel drew the cover down. A subtle creak echoed. The door? Couldn’t be. Where would Michel be going? Whispers. Then a hushed giggle met her ears. A feminine giggle. Was it Bailey? In the other room? Funny, now that her eyes were covered, her ears were much more sensitive. Another voice, masculine this time, murmured in French.
