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Liam and the staff were setting up on the beach. He watched as they put up a bamboo canopy and draped it with a white gauze fabric. Then they moved a table and two chairs beneath it. Large tiki lights were propped strategically around the beach front and the dining area was dressed in white linens and the resort’s signature china. As the sun was beginning to set off in the distance Vanessa stepped past the sliding glass doors and joined him.
    He turned to stare as she moved to his side. She’d changed into a pale blue slip dress, the hem skirting inches above her knees. The fabric was sheer and when the light caught her at the right angle he could see the outline of her body, nothing else between the garment and her skin.
    â€œAre you wearing anything under that dress?” he asked as he forced himself to look into her eyes.
    Vanessa laughed. “Do you always get so personal with your clients?”
    Embarrassment flushed Kendrick’s cheeks, deepening his complexion a rich shade of red. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
    â€œI’m on my honeymoon, remember,” Vanessa said, her tone teasing. “I imagine I wouldn’t be wearing a lot of clothes on my honeymoon. Besides, your sister didn’t give me a whole lot to work with.”
    â€œEven if you were on your honeymoon there are staff at these resorts who might see you.”
    She giggled. “I don’t think Liam minds what he sees. But if you’re a little sensitive about it,
darling
, I’ll try to put more on next time.”
    Kendrick crossed his arms over his chest. “I think you might be taking this pretend thing a little far,” he said.
    â€œMaybe. Maybe not.” Vanessa laughed and shrugged. “But I didn’t pick out the wardrobe, remember? Besides, you’re one to talk, standing there half-naked yourself!”
    * * *
    She eyed him from head to toe. He was bare-chested and barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of tan linen slacks. His upper body was chiseled, every muscle rock-hard and perfect. Standing there staring at her, he looked like a fitness model flexing his pecs, biceps and picture-perfect, six-pack abs.
    â€œAgent Boudreaux, if I have to be kept prisoner, I plan to enjoy it,” she said. “Now, let’s get dinner,
husband
. I’m hungry.”
    Kendrick shook his head, feeling slightly deviant as he found himself wondering what she might feel like in his arms. He imagined his hands stealing beneath that sheer dress to tease her skin and trailing his fingers across her sweet spots. Heat rushed from one end of his body to the other and he was suddenly grateful for the easy breeze blowing off the ocean waters. He followed behind her as she led the way down to the beach.
    Liam greeted them warmly. “Welcome, madam. Welcome, sir. I hope everything meets with your approval?”
    Vanessa’s eyes widened with wonder. “Everything is beautiful!” she exclaimed as she took in the view. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she said as she tossed Kendrick a quick look.
    Kendrick nodded. “Thank you, Liam,” he said as the man pulled out a chair for Vanessa to take a seat.
    When they both were seated comfortably, the butler filled their empty water glasses. Vanessa requested wine with her food, but Kendrick passed. The meal started with a salad of mixed greens, beets, mango, red bell peppers and yellow tomatoes tossed with cracked pepper, sea salt and a macadamia nut vinaigrette. Dinner was a seafood special of ahi sashimi, sweet lobster cake with a jalapeno and mango chutney, and grilled prawns with a truffle and soy dipping sauce. The meal was beyond delicious, satiating all of their senses.
    Vanessa licked her fingers, remnants of the truffle sauce dotting the tips. She sucked her index finger past her full lips then slowly pulled it from her mouth. The erotic gesture caught Kendrick’s attention and as he watched her, his entire