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herself and her libido. The problem was she no longer trusted that she could actually control either one. And she was starting to question why she needed to—why couldn’t she have him?
    A shiver raced down her spine as she remembered the exquisite pleasure of his body rubbing against hers.
    “Are you cold?” Colt asked from behind, his palm landing gently at the small of her back.
    Ripples of awareness continued through her body like rings from a stone hitting a pond. She wanted him to go on touching her forever, which was why she shook off his hold and said, “No, I’m fine,” tossing a smile over her shoulder to take the sting of her rebuke away.
    They rounded the corner in the path to see Marcy waiting for them, the door to their bungalow standing wide open behind her.
    Marcy swept them inside and with a grand gesture of her arm, indicated the single room.
    It had been completely changed.
    The couch and end tables had been removed, along with the small table and chairs in the eating nook. The beautifully carved wooden bed had been placed in the center of the room, and draped with gauzy white material that fluttered on an easy breeze. Someone—probably Marcy—had flung open every door and window, letting in the scent of tropical flowers and the salty tang of the sea.
    Drippy, mismatched candles had been placed across the few remaining surfaces—a faux mantel, the kitchen counter and even the floor.
    There was no question, this was a seduction scene taken directly from the most romantic and unforgettable movie she’d ever wanted to see. And Marcy clearly expected her to star in it. With Colt. Lena swallowed and waves of heat washed across her skin. Anticipation mixed with dread. Her worst nightmare and hottest dream all mixed into one.
    Colt spun slowly in the center of the room. “Someone’s been busy,” he drawled, leaving to interpretation whether his words were complimentary or derogatory.
    Lena narrowed her eyes, studying his face, trying to figure out what he thought about all of this. Was he horrified? Or, possibly, intrigued?
    “We aim to please,” said Marcy, grasping Lena by the elbow and pulling her along behind her. “I have several outfits for you to choose from. Whatever you’re most comfortable in is fine with me.”
    “What kind of outfits?” Colt asked, his voice going dark.
    “Nothing like that,” Marcy admonished. “We’re not going for salacious here. We want a few romantic shots highlighting the private bungalows that are available to our couples.”
    Marcy pushed Lena into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The wood creaked as she leaned against it. With trepidation, Lena took in the row of soft, filmy fabrics Marcy had lined up for her. She had to admit that considering where they were filming, the choices could have been worse. Not a bustier or padded bra in the mix.
    Lena reached for one, a pale pink color that probably wouldn’t look great with her fair skin. But it was so soft beneath her fingers. She reached for another, this one dark red. Lena was afraid it would make her look as though she was trying too hard. She liked the black gown with lace edging, but it just seemed too stark somehow.
    The final one had drawn her eye immediately which was why she’d saved it for last. To say that it was blue was somehow wrong. It was, but it had an iridescent shine to it that captured every shifting shade from the water outside their door. It was light and dark and bright and soft all at once.
    It was perfect.
    Slipping it on over her head, Lena felt as if she were wearing water instead of silk. It was longer than she’d expected, skimming just above the curve of her knee. The spaghetti straps might have left her feeling exposed, but the neckline was cut high enough to cover her cleavage so that helped. As far as lingerie went, it was enticing but not revealing.
    Lena looked at herself in the mirror and felt a flutter of nerves, anticipation and hope deep in her stomach.