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with me buried in your tight little ass while I fuck your pussy with a vibrator?”
    She felt a fresh wave of arousal coat her pussy. “Damn you.” She stalked off.
    “You’ll marry me, Gabrielle.”
    His words carried across the sand as she practically ran from him. The trouble was, she couldn’t be sure they weren’t true.

Chapter Four

    Callum stretched and yawned when the knock came. He looked at the door, suspicious of who would be requesting entry at such an early hour. It was barely nine a.m. That was an indecent hour at a place like this. Decadence was a club that partied until the wee hours of the morning. Cal knew this was not a rise and shine place.
    Still, he had gone to bed early. Cal got out of bed and shrugged into one of the plush robes the resort offered its guests. He crossed the room in four long strides. His hand gripped the handle, and he hoped Gaby had changed her mind. Maybe it was Gaby on the other side of the door and she’d come to surrender. He felt a smile spread across his face at the thought.
    The man standing in his doorway with a tray in front of him was decidedly not Gabrielle. Cal felt his lips turn down. “I did not order room service.” Nor did he enjoy surprises.
    The man with the tray was brisk and efficient and seemed not a bit put off by Cal’s dark tone. He smiled, though Cal could see it did not reach his eyes. “All part of the VIP service, sir. My manager asked me to bring you coffee. She says you take it black. There is also an assortment of croissants and muffins she thought you might enjoy.”
    So, that was her game. Cal opened the door wide. “Tell your boss, it’s a nice gesture, but I’ll still be in the dining room. I have a sudden urge for an omelet.”
    The waiter pushed the cart through the door and gave Cal what he considered an entirely unprofessional once-over. From the expression on his face, Cal could see he wasn’t impressed.
    Cal considered the man entering his room. He was a bit under six feet, so Cal had the height advantage. He wore neatly pressed khaki slacks and a crisp white polo. His haircut was expensive and suited his thick dark brown hair. He seemed a bit young to Cal. Cal found himself quickly sizing the man up as a sexual rival. It was all about the look in the man’s green eyes. He didn’t like Cal, and that probably meant he knew who he was. The only reasonable explanation was that this employee had a problem with Cal’s relationship with his boss. He closed the door and waited to see what the waiter would do.
    The younger man neatly poured out a cup of delicious smelling coffee. “I wish you wouldn’t.”
    “Wouldn’t what?”
    “Go to the dining room.” The waiter’s voice was civil, but chilly. He offered Cal the coffee.
    Cal took it. He could use some caffeine. “I’ll have to disappoint you then. Do you mind giving me your name? It’s only fair since you seem to be willing to advise me about my dining choices.”
    “It has nothing to do with your eating preferences, Mr. Reed. I’m Christopher Linwood,” he said. Having done his duty, he faced Callum. “I know all about your relationship with Gaby.”
    Cal took a long drink of the strong coffee. It was perfect. Cal recognized it as the brand Greg served in his own home, so he knew it was the best money could buy. “If you’re going to try to pass yourself off as her lover, let me warn you. I won’t believe you, and I won’t take it well.”
    Chris laughed. “Gabrielle is my friend. She’s not my lover. I’m afraid she’s not my type.”
    Cal suppressed a smile. So, not a sexual rival at all. “Forgive me. You must be the nurse Greg hired. I appreciate everything you’ve done for Gaby. But I have no intention of leaving this island without her. Nothing you say or do is going to change my mind.”
    Chris’s foot tapped, a sign Cal took as impatience. “I was with her when she came out of surgery, you know.”
    The coffee turned to ash in his mouth. Cal put