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a new direction. I’m interested to hear someone’s opinion besides Meredith’s.
    “My friend swears that swinging makes her marriage less complicated. She’s a full-on advocate.”
    “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been married nor am I a swinger.”
    Well, he isn’t a four-times-a-year attendee for nothing. He’s some kind of sexual deviant. “My mistake. I assumed you were because you’re at a hedonism resort.”
    “Not everyone here comes to do that.”
    I point to myself. “I can testify to that.”
    Our server comes by to clear our plates. “May I interest you in some coffee or dessert? Perhaps another cocktail or beer?”
    I’m feeling my four martinis. A fifth probably isn’t a good idea. “Heat and hangovers don’t mix, so nothing for me, thank you.”
    Beau flicks his hand. “Nothing for me either.”
    This is the part where we go separate ways. “We should probably get up and give our table to two of those hungry people out there waiting to be seated.”
    “Right.”
    We exit the building and stop on the sidewalk to say goodbye. “It was a pleasure dining with you, Anna James.”
    Beau Emerson is handsome. Kind. Intellectually stimulating. The way he spoke to me made me feel the way a woman should. More like the old me. Not the one still licking her wounds because she was dumped for a toddler, but the woman I was before Drake. Confident.
    “Thank you for offering your extra seat to a stranger. I’d still be waiting for a table if you hadn’t.” In some ways, even though I am thanking him for his seat, he has actually given me more.
    “I hope your stay is a pleasant one.”
    “And yours as well.”
    “Goodnight,” we say in unison.
    I want him to say something more, such as “take a walk with me” or “can I see you tomorrow?” But he doesn’t. I’m tempted to turn back for a glance as I walk away. But I don’t; he’s a hedonist. Spending time with a vanilla girl like me isn’t deemed worthy of a blip on his radar. And spending time with a hedonist as handsome as he is not on mine either.

Chapter 2
Anna James Bennett
    I t’s growing dark . The ocean has already swallowed the sun. Beau and I talked much longer than I thought.
    I’m not ready to return to my room to sit alone so I decide to explore the resort despite the warning Meredith gave me about the risqué things happening at Indulge after the sun goes down.
    This is a huge resort; it isn’t a bad idea to scope it out. Identifying the places I can and shouldn’t go is essential.
    The first sign I stumble upon directs me straight ahead for the beach area. Perfect. I would love to feel the sand under my feet.
    I reach the beach’s edge and bend down to remove my shoes.
    “Taking a walk on the beach?” It’s that deep, smooth, southern voice again. Beau.
    Tingles dance across my skin. I nibble my bottom lip to suppress the delight I feel. “Yeah. I’m too anxious to wait until tomorrow.”
    “Mind if I join you?”
    “I’d like that.”
    Beau holds up a finger. “Give me a few minutes.”
    He disappears and returns a few minutes later holding a drink in each hand. He holds out a cocktail for me. “Pineapple-coconut martini.”
    “How did you pull this off?”
    “Magic.”
    I look around and spot a freestanding bar. “The only magical thing about this will be if I don’t have a huge hangover tomorrow.” I sip the fruity concoction. Yummy. “I believe you, Mr. Beau Emerson, are a bad influence.”
    “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
    “I bet not.”
    “In case you’re unaware, there are two beaches. Planning to go nude or prude tomorrow?”
    Those are my only options? “Choosing to cover my T&A doesn’t make me a prude.”
    “Maybe not anywhere else in the world but it’s different here. Covering your tits and ass means you’re uptight.”
    I haven’t been a goody-goody a day in my life, but it seems I could be labeled a saint by these standards. “I won’t be getting naked so show me