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shaking with anger and something else she didn’t feel like analyzing at the moment. “Kira! You’re not helping! Please, I… Do you know what he did? He…”
    Dominik’s oh-so-kissable lips curled with meaning, cutting off her words, no doubt daring her to say what happened— all of it . She swallowed nervously, panicking. There was no way she was going to tell anyone what he’d witnessed her doing. This was too much. She wanted to find a corner to curl up in until this all just went away.
    The man from Kira’s room lounged against the doorframe, looking tousled and very relaxed. His gaze roamed freely over Kira’s backside. Kira was completely unconcerned with him but Clare was unnerved. Who was he, anyway? And why was he still standing there? It wasn’t like she needed more of an audience than she already had. Great, this little scene would probably be all over the cruise ship, and for the entire vacation they’d be referring to her as repressed vibrator girl. She could practically hear the snickering in her head. Tears tried to well in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Seeing them all looking at her expectantly, she frowned, nervous and shaking.
    Kira stepped closer. “Clare, I think you’re overreacting. We’re all adults here.”
    “No I’m not. If anything, you’re under-reacting! That’s always been your problem. Everything to you is a joke. You never take anything outside of work seriously.”
    Kira looked at the floor, but said nothing. Clare instantly felt bad for yelling at her.
    “He… He threw my bags out the window,” Clare said weakly, unable to look at Dominik’s dark eyes. She could feel him watching her, could sense his gaze roaming over her body with something akin to hot desire. “All my clothes are gone. Everything is gone. What am I supposed to do?”
    Kira laughed, only stopping when Clare gave her a pitiful look. “Sorry,” Kira said, covering her smile with her hand. “Let us all take a moment to mourn the loss of your drab wardrobe. The very elegant T-shirt collection from the secondhand store will sorely be missed by all. It is a sad day, one that will no doubt go down in the history books. Quick, somebody start the funeral and we can all shed a few tears.”
    “Kira,” Clare warned, near the end of her patience. Was she the only sane person in the room?
    “I’m just saying.” Kira shook her head. “How you can wear a business suit all day at the office and then be seen in public in nothing but an old T-shirt is beyond me.”
    “They are my after-work clothes. I like being comfortable when I’m not at the office and not all of my T-shirts are old. Oh, this whole thing is a mistake. I knew in my gut that I shouldn’t have come. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I should know better than to listen to your harebrained schemes,” Clare shot, frustrated. “This is just like last year when you tried to hire a stripper for my birthday present.”
    Kira’s eyes widened before she burst out laughing. Clare paled and turned to look at Dominik.
    “Oh, God! You’re a stripper, aren’t you? Great, my best friend in the whole world thinks she has to buy me sex. I really am pathetic, aren’t I? That’s why you stood there as though I should know who you are.”
    “Clare, I didn’t hire anyone. I promised to never do that again and I haven’t.” Kira still grinned. In an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, she added, “Besides, it wasn’t my fault that country boy Bobby came complete with a mullet. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry for that? The company said it was a cowboy.”
    “That’s it. I’m going home!” Clare delicately sniffed, as she tried to regain the tattered shreds of her dignity. She lifted her jaw into the air, and her body became rigid and full of purpose. “I’m not staying on this cruise a moment longer. You are all crazy!”
    Kira’s face fell and she rushed forward. “Oh, Clare, I’m sorry. I don’t know