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hands, and the thought of him inside her sent her into a dizzying kind of
rapture. She needed him for release, and love and whatever else he was willing
to give. And she needed him now!
    “Your mind is far away, Tess,”
Patrick noted quietly. “Are we overwhelming you?”
    “A bit, yes. But could I ask you to
do something for me?”
    “Of course.”
    “Could you find out something about a
man I met here? His name is Angel.”
    “Angel? That’s it?”
    “I’m afraid so. All I know is he
rides a black motorcycle, and he fishes off Cayman Brac.”
    “But Tess, really, someone like that
is not worthy of you. I have lots of friends with young sons you could meet. I
was thinking of giving a party at my mansion tonight, to introduce you to
everyone.”
    “I don’t think I want to do that. I’m
not good in crowds.”
    “Nonsense. You’ll do fine. Now, call
your mother, please?”
    “All right.” She flipped out her cell
phone, punched in the number.
    “Hello.”
    “Mom, it’s me.”
    “Are you still in the Caymans?”
    “Yes. Look, I’m sorry we had a fight.
I want to make it up to you. If I pay for your fare, will you fly down and stay
with me?”
    “In that woman’s whorehouse?”
    “Geez, Mom, cut me some slack, would
you? I won’t be staying there anyway. I … I’ve found a job, a good one, and you
can stay with me at my employer’s house.”
    Patrick frowned at her; she shrugged.
    “Employer? What kind of job is it?”
    “I’m a …”
    “A secretary,” Patrick whispered.
    “I’m a secretary. It’s quite a good
opportunity. You’d be proud.”
    “Well, I’d like to see where you’ll
be working. To make sure they’re on the level. Book me a ticket and I’ll fly
down tonight. I’ll pay you back later.”
    “Okay.”
    “Oh, Tess, I am sorry I acted so
harsh about your trip. Forgive me?”
    “Of course, Mom. Love you.”
    “Love you, too, baby. You’re all I
have!”
    “I know. Bye.”
    She snapped the phone shut. “You have
a lot of hurricanes here, don’t you, Patrick?”
    “Yes, more than our share. Why?’
    “I think you’re about to have another
one.”
    Night time; a gorgeous, almost full
moon held dominance over the sky, lighting up the island like a Hollywood spotlight. Tess had moved her things
to Patrick’s unbelievably enormous mansion, the Shell House, named so for its
cone-shaped rooflines that rose and ebbed like a dozen conch shells gathered
together. It was decadent in its decorations, gilded furniture and marble
floors from Italy and a million dollar indoor pool
room with ceilings painted as intricately as the ones in the Sistine Chapel.
    She was blown away by the extravagance
of it all, and the servants who catered to her every whim. The fantasy of being
wealthy had come true amazingly fast and without any real effort on her part.
She felt a bit uncomfortable with that but Patrick had told her to sit back and
enjoy it – so she was. Her mother would be there soon, and then the roof would
blow off. She feared the scene that would follow once Carol, or Meg, arrived
and saw the face of Tess’ new ‘employer’.
    The party had started below. The
noise level was giving her a headache. She stepped out onto a curvaceous
balcony, savored the delicious evening breeze. She was wearing a silky,
cream-colored gown with a 40s style palm tree print and emerald heels, her hair
swept up in a mound of dripping curls laced with bejeweled combs.
    “You look beautiful!” a husky voice
whispered in the wind. Tess perked up, turned to see him, Angel, as he stared
at her with those glistening blue-green eyes. She gasped. She’d been thinking
of him, thought he must be near if he was so strong in her mind. He was divine,
dressed in a sleek black tux with a red cummerbund showing through the
unbuttoned jacket. His face was clean-shaved, his black hair smooth, his tongue
darting hungrily between his full lips. Was she dreaming him?
    “Why are you here?” she heard