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“You keep staring at me like that and I’m carrying you back to that waterfall for round two,” he warns.

I laugh and reach over to run my fingers through his wet hair, marveling at the silky texture.

He lets the engine run, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body not covered by my cropped T-shirt and skimpy shorts. “You’re tanning beautifully,” he murmurs.

“So are you.”

He captures my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingers one by one. “I scheduled a spa treatment for you at three o’clock. Herbal body wrap, mud bath, manicure, pedicure, massage. The works.”

“Oh my,” I say, thoroughly delighted. “That was very generous of you. And what willyoube doing while I enjoy this world-class pampering?”

“I need to take care of some last minute details.”

“For . . . ?”

His eyes gleam. “I have a special evening planned.”

A warm glow of pleasure spreads through me. “You’re spoiling me rotten,” I tell him with a soft smile.

He leans over and gives me a toe-curling kiss, murmuring against my lips, “I’m just getting started.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

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After three hours of pampering, i’mready for my big date night with Gunner.

My exfoliated skin feels like silk and my nails are beautifully manicured. My hair and makeup are flawless, thanks to the talented stylist Gunner hired. My dark tresses are artfully piled on top of my head and secured with sparkly silver combs.

My couture evening gown clings to my curves and reveals plenty of cleavage. The back is equally daring, dipping all the way down to the base of my spine. When I walk, a slit up the side shows off my leg from ankle to thigh. The gown’s vibrant red color matches my lipstick and makes my hazel eyes pop.

Completing the ensemble are glittery stilettos and a pair of dangling diamond earrings that Gunner surprised me with last night.

I barely recognize my reflection in the mirror. I’ve never looked so glamorous in my life. I feel like Cinderella going to the ball.

When I emerge from the room to find Prince Charming waiting at the bottom of the staircase, my breath catches in my throat.

Leaning casually against the wall, he’s heart-stoppingly handsome in a fitted black tux with his thick hair combed back from his face. He looks good enough to devour.

As I put my hand on the railing, he glances up. His eyes widen when he sees me. As he slowly pushes away from the wall, butterflies take flight in my stomach.

He watches me descend the stairs with a look of such possessive ferocity it’s a miracle my skin doesn’t melt right off my bones.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, he slowly looks me over from head to toe.

“You look . . .” He shakes his head wonderingly.“Breathtakingdoesn’t begin to capture it.”

The man has a way of turning my insides to complete mush. “Thank you,” I say, smiling shyly. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

His lips curve as he treats me to another leisurely perusal, lingering on my cleavage before meeting my eyes again. “Exquisite.”

His blatant admiration makes me feel gorgeous and powerful, an intoxicating combination.

“Come.” His hand trails along my bare back, sending delicious shivers through my body. He steers me out the front door, where a black Maybach limo is waiting at the base of the steps with his estate manager.

David gives me an appreciative smile. “You look very lovely, Miss Somerset.”

“Thank you,” I say shyly.