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forehead. She gulped down the entire glass of water.
    Conversation subsided as the waiter appeared with a busboy in tow.
    A sensual fog mobbed her brain and warped the twenty minutes that followed.
    Her uncle and aunt and their friends chatted and laughed.
    Aware of only the man at her side, his hand caressing her thigh, Su-Lin became oblivious to her surroundings. Even the bloody meat on her plate didn’t faze her. Bemused, she followed his one-handed consumption of the hamburger and fries, his every movement fluid with the grace of a powerful man comfortable in his own skin.
    “You’re not eating,” he said, and his thumb punctuated the statement with a soft press on her leg. “Shall I feed you? My lips to yours?”
    “Oh,” she gasped and checked right away to see if anyone had noticed, but her relatives and their friends proved unmindful of the two of them. Sending him a sideways glance, Su-Lin picked up a french fry and nibbled on the crisp potato.
    The strident tones of Chumbawamba’s “Tubthumping” splintered the tactile tranquil ambience of the Eden Roc restaurant. A violin strummed, the lyrics, “I get knocked down,” crashed into a sudden quiet.
    “That’s me, I’m afraid,” Terrence grouched, and he glared at a metallic BlackBerry lying next to his white plate. “Excuse me.” He swapped the phone for his crumpled napkin, rose, and strode over to the balcony.
    Taking his seat again a few minutes later, he shifted to face Su-Lin, one arm along the back of her chair. “I have to go, darlin’.” One forefinger slipped along the scooped back of her shirt, shooting sparks across her flesh. “Remember, tonight you’re mine. Say it for me.”
    “Okay,” she whispered. It was time, and fate had chosen him as her first lover. A heady thrill had Su-Lin entranced. She followed the progress of the slow, satanic curling of one corner of his mouth, the way his slate eyes darkened at the edges, and she wet her lips, ravenous for another taste of him.
    “Perfect.” He rose and threw his napkin to the left of his plate.
    “James, Emma. I have to cut short this delightful lunch. I’ll see you later on this evening at the reunion cocktail party. It’s been a pleasure.”
    Much to her disconcertment, he walked away without a backward glance.

Chapter Two
     
    From the second he set eyes on Jenny, Terrence O’Connor’s prick saluted. Before the battle even engaged between brain and cock, the little head that ruled any sexual male thickened in triumph, and from that point on, predatory prehistoric lust directed his every caveman-staking-a-claim action. He’d followed her out of the steam room, through the empty pool area, and into the women’s locker room.
    A throng of gray- and blue-haired women had immediately surrounded him. And like vultures pecking away at carrion, they poked and prodded his chest, his biceps, his belly button. As gnarled hands captured prick and butt cheeks, Terry vaulted out of range and sprinted to the safety of the men’s room.
    Superman never donned garments so fast. Her glistening pussy, those moist sable curls lovingly caressing dusky rose folds, was imprinted on burning pupils, and he wasted no time.
    European security meant upscale hotels like the Eden Roc required photo IDs for all their guests. Since a fellow Royal Marine managed the hotel, Terry had her name within minutes: Jenny Su-Lin Taylor. The credit card against the account listed one James Lockheed and the address of a Hong Kong enclave he recognized from his aristocratic boyhood.
    A surge of leprechaun luck heralded his pursuit when the concierge informed Terry the same James Lockheed had inquired about chartering the Glory . He could almost feel his prick ramming into her tight sheath.
    “When did he inquire?”
    “When he checked in yesterday.” The concierge cleared his throat. “He, um, said he’d read about you.”
    His gut nose-dived. “Has there been a newspaper article about me recently?”
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