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"Definitely."
We find Ilsa in the downstairs hallway. She happens to be walking in our direction right when we reenter the house.
"Good morning, Ilsa," Rick says. "Dex mentioned you could point us toward his special closet for guests. We need a change of clothes."
"Oh yes, of course," she says, waving toward the other end of the hallway. "Follow me."
She leads us to the door at the end of the hall and swings it open.
Holy moly, it's the hugest closet I've ever seen. Racks and racks of clothing fill the space, everything from swimsuits to formal wear.
"Dexter is so pleased you're staying on," Ilsa says. "Please take anything you like from the guest wardrobe. Whatever you select is yours to keep."
"That's incredibly generous. Is this all designer stuff?"
"Mostly. Dexter doesn't care about labels, though. He wants to provide attractive, comfortable clothing for his guests, whether they're here for the night or the week."
Yesterday, she called our host Sir Dexter. Today, she's ditched the honorific. My scientist brain wants to ask her about that, but it would be rude. After all, I'm the woman who stole my one-night lover's wallet so I could find out his name. Yeah, I still feel bad about that.
Richard Hunter is not my one-night lover anymore. He's… something else.
"Dexter must have a lot of guests," I say.
"Not crowds of them," Ilsa tells me. "But he does love it when someone visits. He can be particular about who he allows on the island, so it's an honor to be invited."
"Yes, it is," Rick agrees. "And we are very grateful for the hospitality both you and Dex have shown us."
"Absolutely," I chime in.
Ilsa smiles and gestures toward the wardrobe room. "I will leave you to explore. When you're ready to go to the beach, just follow the trail from the west veranda."
"Thank you, Ilsa," Rick says.
While she heads back down the hall, Richard and I wander into the wardrobe room. I have no idea where to start since I'm surrounded by clothing. Then I notice the little signs on top of the racks. Someone has labeled them with the type of clothing each contains, everything from "swimwear for ladies" to "suits for gents." I amble over to the women's swimwear and flip through the options, which are all carefully clipped onto hangers.
Rick is on the other side of the room examining the men's options for beach attire. Several racks stand between us, so I can't see much other than his head.
"Are we dressing for the beach?" I call out to him. "Or are we swimming naked? I only ask because the answer will change what kind of clothes I choose."
He lifts his head to look at me, and his lips slide into a naughty smile. "Wear a bikini, but only so I can watch you strip it off once we're at the beach."
"See any skimpy, super-tight options over there? If so, wear one. Then I can watch you peel it off your body."
I choose a swimsuit—a bikini, per his request—that has a beautiful, bright flower-print pattern. Instead of a string bikini, I've chosen one with a halter top and a high-cut bottom. After I pull on the swimsuit, I tie a sarong around my hips, slung low, and slip on a pair of cute flip-flops that have fake flowers sewn onto them.
"Ready?" I ask, almost shouting to make sure he hears me. I can't see where Rick has gone. He must be somewhere inside this vast closet. "I'm all set."
His head pops up on the other side of the nearest rack. "I'm ready too."
"Let's go."
He sweeps his heated gaze over me, and his voice drops to a softer, hungrier tone. "You are stunning, Maddie. Every time I see you in a new outfit, I'm awestruck again by how beautiful and sexy you are."
My cheeks warm from his compliment. I can't remember the last time I blushed because a man told me I'm beautiful, but I like the way it feels. I like him, a lot more than I expected I would. And I can't wait to swim in the nude with Richard Hunter.
I hustle around the rack between us so I can get a look at what he's wearing.
He's chosen the tiniest, tightest pair of swim briefs I have ever seen, even skimpier than the ones he'd worn on the day we met. When my attention lands on the bulge of his cock, I swear my mouth literally waters. I want to eat him up from head to toe and then do it all over again, licking and nibbling my way over every inch of his body.
