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thought he might keep a spare down here for visitors.”
    He chuckled. “I told you, this is Mr Paul’s private swimming pool. He comes down here by himself or with intimate friends. He swims in the nude.”
    She braced her hands on her hips and turned to him. “And you know this because…?”
    “I’m his assistant.”
    Jamie shot him a look.
    “Well, I was his assistant. Anyway, you’re not going to find a swimsuit down here, but if you want to search the cupboards, knock yourself out.” Peter shrugged and settled back on the chaise. “If you want to go for a swim, just get naked. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. In fact, my memories of your unclothed body are quite clear.”
    “Aren’t there any books or games or anything ?” she asked. “There’s not even a TV or a radio! I’m gonna go crazy just listening to the water crashing down and waiting to get jumped on by guard dogs.”
    “Nope. Mr Paul just likes to come down here by himself to think and swim, or come down here with a friend and…you know. Get sexy in the Sensual Cenote.” He raised up on one elbow and cocked an eyebrow at her. “I can think of a thing or two we could do if you’re getting bored. My vote is that we take a little swim, then polish off this bottle of wine and turn the lights down low…”
    “You are incorrigible!” Jamie told him. “Aren’t you at all worried? I don’t want to get chomped on or interrogated in a little room, thank you very much!”
    “I told you, we’re fine. Mr Paul doesn’t tell any of his employees about this place except for his assistant, and he hasn’t had time to hire a new one yet. Besides, the ceiling lights will flash if somebody opens the hidden door up there behind the mirror—a little security measure that he insisted on.”
    Jamie pressed her palms over her eyes and imagined what was going on aboveground. The guards would surely have figured out by now that she was the intruder in the guest house. They’d call her sister, who was listed as her emergency contact, and Meghan would definitely flip out. And—oh god—what if they got in touch with Joshua Martin? He’d fire a criminal trespasser from the Village Yoga Centre in heartbeat. No car, no job and a criminal record to boot? Lovely. “Oh, I’m so screwed,” she moaned.
    “Relax,” Peter insisted. “You should go for a dip. It’ll help you calm down. Go check out the waterfall over there—you might find a surprise.”
    At least one thing he said made sense. Jamie downed the rest of her wine in four big gulps. Not accustomed to chugging adult beverages, especially at the ripe hour of ten in the morning, she felt the immediate effects of the alcohol on her system. She wasn’t entirely relaxed and worry-free, but the booze helped deaden the sharp worries of incipient homelessness and jail time. She sighed, tugged off her clothes and left them in a pile on one of the vacant chairs.
    The water temperature was perfect—cooler than body temp, but warm enough to keep goosebumps away. She glanced over at Peter, who appeared to be snoozing, and stepped down the stairs to the floor of the pool. Tiny bubbles floated over her skin and popped on the surface. “It’s effervescent?” she asked.
    “Yup.” Peter folded his arms over his stomach and kept his eyes closed. “Naturally carbonated. It’s why Mr Paul insisted on buying this particular piece of land when he built this place—he wanted access to the springs. Paid plenty for it, too.” He shrugged. “Not that Marcus Paul would complain.”
    Jamie sank into the pool and swam to the bottom. Churned by the waterfall, the bubbly water tickled her body with thousands of tiny kisses. She stretched beneath the surface until her lungs begged for air, letting the ticklish sensations wash over her, then popped up, gasping. “It’s wonderful,” she panted as she slicked her hair back from her forehead. “Like swimming in Perrier. If I were Mr Paul, I’d be down here