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area, I didn't know how far away the lake was—and took us through some of the most beautiful forests I'd ever seen in real life. When we arrived, I was once again speechless about something associated with Roland Starland. I never seemed to get used to such things.
    Sprawled out in front of me was a beautiful cabin, a one-story structure that covered the land like a wooden blanket. "Roland, oh my god!" I said. The house was surrounded by white sand and gorgeous blue water that went out further than I could see.
    "Just for my pet," he whispered. "There's no cell phone reception out here. No TV or internet. This is my only truly secluded place in the world."
    Overcome with excitement, I kissed him. I felt like a girl in high school that had just been called to the front office to receive a dozen roses, roses that she'd have to carry back to class—and everyone would see. For that single moment, I forgot about everything negative associated with my life, all of the tension and uncertainty disappearing into the air like vapors . Undercover or not, this was a beautiful gesture that just floored me.
    I was in such a good mood that I didn't even notice when Roland's phone beeped to signify an incoming text. After glancing at it, he powered off the phone, his smile larger than I'd ever seen before. "Jacuzzi time, pet?"
    "Absolutely!" I said.
    I grabbed my purse and took his hand as he helped me to my feet. We leisurely strolled toward the house as the limo made a wide circle in the giant driveway and left us there, secluded and alone. The walk was composed of giant, fragmented pieces of rock, eloquently arranged, so smooth and level to step on. It was a sophisticated sidewalk.
    We arrived at the front door and Roland pressed a code into a digital lock. By this point, I'd seen a lot of these locks lately. I guess rich folks just weren't into carrying around physical keys anymore.
    The front door opened to a giant living room, the walls sparsely decorated with pieces of abstract art. There was a giant, wall-hugging couch and a number of leather chairs scatt ered about in a socially-optimized fashion. In the center was a gigantic blood- red area rug, one that seemed to make a single point of contact with every piece of furniture in the room.
    Roland led me forward until we had passed through the kitchen and dining room on our way to the outside , both rooms lavish and furnished with modern appliances and beautiful tables and chairs. T he deck was not unlike the deck at his mansion. It was just as long as the house—and with a stunning view of the natural surroundings. And just a s he said, there was a jacuzzi. It was elevated enough that we'd be able to see deep into the lake while enjoying all of the warm, vibrating bubbles.
    "Come on in," Roland said. He abruptly stripped down to nothing, his bare, toned body out there for the world to see, his clothes wadded up in a pile on the deck.
    "Roland!" I said. "What are you doing?"
    "There's no one out here for miles." He smiled and squinted as the sun shone right into his face, a small cloud covering continuing on its journey and freeing up additional beams of light.
    "Yeah, unless they have a telescope," I said.
    "Pet, you're just no fun. Learn to live a little." Roland tweaked some settings on a control panel and then pressed a button that lifted the top up and over the side . It already looked like a cauldron, and we were about to be cooked in the best possible way. He climbed the ladder and then his legs vanished, leaving only his torso and smiling head in my view.
    Ah, what the hell. I had never gone skinny dipping before, and although this certainly wasn't exactly the same thing, I figured this feeling was just part of the appeal. I pulled everything off until I was as naked as can be, fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands. "I'm coming in!" I yelled. I felt free, liberated. I needed to just have fun for at least a minute or two.
    "Welcome!" Roland said as my figure