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before.”
    Britt inhaled and tossed the backpack strap onto her
shoulder. “Thanks. I’ll remember that for the next piece of fresh meat that
walks in.”
    They all giggled and a huge weight seemed to lift off
Britt’s chest. It gave her a charge being here. She really liked these people.
It was just a matter of getting adjusted to the differences in lifestyles.
    Her usual stiff and boring versus their relaxed and
uninhibited.
    The toilet flushed. Candy emerged from the stall, her eyes
much kinder than before. Britt gave a mental snort. Maybe her prior grumpiness
had been due to needing to pee?
    “You’ll do fine. Just follow Michelle’s lead. She’s a good
tutor,” Candy added with a wicked grin. “We’ve all been there, but she’s
always…how shall we say, ‘glad’ to pop a chick-on-chick cherry or two. If she
can’t turn you, no woman can.”
    “Turn” her? Into a lesbian? Britt wasn’t too keen on that
idea, but she did have a curiosity that needed appeasing, a date she needed to
prove something to. Prove she could lose the prim-and-proper act and let loose
just as much as any of these women—or any of those previous women of his who
everyone seemed to be fond of rubbing in her face.
    How many of these women have you been with, Diego?
    Britt took a few shaky steps to the door and coached herself
to stop with the jealousy crap. She didn’t own him. “Okay, thanks, ladies. Well
here goes.”
    “Good luck.”
    “Hey, if you have a hard time with it,” Mindy called after
her, “I’d be glad to jump in the pit and give you a ‘hand’ or two. Just give me
a signal of some sort and I’ll be there.”
    Britt laughed and threw Mindy a smile over her shoulder.
“Thanks.” And she stepped outside and into the bright sun.
    It’s just like doing a catalog shoot. She kept
repeating it to herself, soothing her nerves. All eyes were on her, but only
one set heated her blood.
    Diego’s.
    His gaze riveted to her as soon as she emerged from the
restroom. She hooked her thumb under the backpack strap and tried her best to
walk casually toward him. Her flip-flops slapped her heels as she went. His jaw
fell open, but he snapped it shut and licked his lips. His gaze took on a
predatory gleam, devouring her from the tips of her pink-painted toenails to
her swaying hips and nipples budding against her bikini top, to her low
ponytail and flaming cheeks.
    It’s just like doing a catalog shoot…
    Whistles and cheers sounded around her, though she wasn’t
sure if they were for her, or in response to something else in this fun, wild
place. But Britt didn’t care. She only had eyes for him, for Diego. She only
wanted his whistles, his lusty stare, his words of
approval.
    Diego settled his gaze on hers when she stopped at the
picnic table and tossed the backpack down next to the empty funnel-cake plate.
The band had started again, but he spoke over the beat of drums and the soulful
voice of the vocalist. “Holy shit. You look hot as hell.”
    He must have gotten her a fresh drink. She reached for the
melted-down concoction and downed a huge gulp. Cool, liquor-laced liquid slid
down her throat and soothed her belly. The hot sun warmed her skin, but his
words flamed in her heart. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you to say.”
    “No, you’re really sweet. I can taste you already.”
He smacked his lips and scanned her up and down again, adjusting his jeans over
his crotch as he rubbed at his five-o’clock-shadowed jaw. “Jesus.”
    “First someone else is going to taste me.” Her heart leaped
in her throat while she waited for his response to her daring words.
    He took her drink, peered inside the cup. “How many of these
have you had?”
    She laughed. “Ha-ha. Funny. Now sit back and enjoy the
show.”
    Britt didn’t turn to see his reaction, but the heat of his
gaze singed her backside as she walked toward the beacon of Michelle’s waving
arms. They met on the opposite side of the pit.
    It had become