Free Pleasure Cruise by Mandy M. Roth, Michelle M. Pillow Page A

shock people into thinking she didn’t feel at all. “No.”
    “What?” Kira demanded.
    “Now you’re just trying to shock me.” Clare stood, stretching her hands over her head. She looked at the red dress and frowned. “You didn’t have time to see how well-endowed he was. Besides, he was dressed.”
    “Are you telling me that you didn’t notice those skin-tight leather pants he had on? Mm … Or that deliciously tight black shirt? I know you’re into guys who wear black and look good in it.”
    Kira picked up the red dress that held Clare’s attention and absently thrust it at her. Clare swallowed nervously, feeling dangerously out of her league. She had no idea who the dress belonged to. There had to be a rational explanation for him having a woman’s dress with him. For all she knew, it belonged to Dominik’s lover. Could they even take lovers on a singles cruise? The jealous woman would probably attack her the moment she stepped out of the cabin. Clare knew that’s how she would react if she were Dominik’s wife and she found him watching another woman masturbate.
    The instant jealousy she felt over a man she barely knew and had no claim to surprised her. She didn’t want to think any harder about it. The last thing she needed was to get attached to a man she knew nothing about.
    “He had a really nice butt. Ugh, look, did you notice your room has a mirror on the ceiling?” Kira pointed up.
    “Ah no,” Clare broke in softly, holding up her hands for mercy. “How the hell do you do it? You go from normal businesswoman to party girl in like two-point-two seconds.”
    “Two-point-two? Are you trying to insult me or does the bitchiness just come natural to you? Please, try point-two flat.” Kira chuckled. “Hum, well, I take it wonder boy didn’t leave you with any underwear. I’ll get you some of mine to borrow. I just bought all new lingerie for the trip, so don’t worry, they’re not used or anything. Oh, darn it …”
    Clare looked at Kira’s worried face. “What?”
    “I don’t own granny panties.” Kira affected a pout. “So you’re going to have to make do with either crotchless, string, or edible.”
    Clare’s eyes widened and she choked on air.
    “Kidding. Just kidding.” Kira winked, grinning audaciously. “Okay, I’m just kidding to a point. I don’t have edible with me. They tend to melt and can adhere to all the wrong places if you’re not careful.”
    Clare feigned annoyance and looked for something to throw. There wasn’t anything handy. “You’re impossible. I don’t know why I bother keeping you around.”
    “It’s because you love me.” Kira wiggled her eyebrows. “Hey, what do you think those two are doing in there anyways? You don’t think they’re getting to know each other in the biblical sense do you? Should we take a quick peek and see?”
    “They didn’t seem the type to be into that sort of thing. They were too manly.”
    “And you didn’t seem the type to bring a purple vibrator on vacation. Could be they’d surprise you. I tell you what, that’s one party I’d want to be a part of. I’d sign up in a heartbeat to watch two hot men go at it like jackrabbits. Hopefully, I could be sandwiched in the center of it, but I’m willing to give a little here for the sake of the fantasy. Besides, you’re the type that would never be able to look me in the eye the next morning. Don’t try to deny it. I’m worldly about these types of things.”
    “Stop talking, Kira,” Clare said. “You sound like an uneducated twit when you say things like that.”
    Clare turned her back and lifted the red dress over her head. With much practiced grace, she dressed without exposing herself. As the silk slid over her skin, the coverlet slid to the floor. The gown was truly beautiful. She couldn’t have worn a bra with it if she wanted to. The low-cut back swooped all the way to the curve of her hips. Her arms were left bare and the neckline scooped low