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participating is much more fun." A few nervous giggles twittered around the group.
    Melissa glanced at the clock, carefully avoiding the gaze of the darkly handsome man who'd been watching her.
    The same man she'd seen in the lobby earlier. Her heartbeat accelerated as his disturbing gaze slid down her
    body, then rested on the swell of her breasts before continuing down to her crossed legs. She forced herself not
    to shift in her chair.
    She tightened her grip on Shane's hand. Shane smiled at her, then turned his attention back to the auburn-
    haired beauty with emerald eyes a few chairs away. If Shane had been her real husband, she would have been
    jealous at the way he flirted with the other woman, but he wasn't her husband. Stil , she was a little jealous, but
    she reminded herself that she and Shane were just good friends, despite their attraction for each other.
    His flirting made their role here appear more real. She should be doing the same thing, but there was no way
    she was going to have sex with a stranger.
    She intended to play the "I just want to observe" card a great deal, and by observe she meant the rituals, not others having sex. No one should be surprised, since Hal said that it was quite common for newbies to take a
    few days to open up.
    She toyed with her necklace and chanced a quick glance at the dark stranger, who had introduced himself as Ty
    Adams, as he whispered something to his blond, blue-eyed, aerobic-instructor-perfect wife. The problem was,
    Melissa sensed that this guy, with the midnight eyes that could chip away at a woman's resolve, would view a
    newbie like her as a challenge. And she had the impression that whatever challenge this man took on, he
    pursued with a vengeance.
    "Now I suggest," Hal said, "that you all take a look around the resort. There is a welcome dance in the ballroom.
    Feel free to talk to the other members and ask questions. Everyone is very friendly." He grinned. "There are
    various bars and," he winked, "specialty rooms available. These are outlined in the orientation booklet. And you can always take a dip in the pool or soak in one of the four hot tubs—bathing suits optional, of course."
    Melissa glanced at the orientation booklet without real y seeing it, trying to quell her uneasiness at the thought
    of naked people lounging around the pool doing who-knows-what and especially trying not to imagine what
    went on in the specialty rooms.
    "One more piece of advice." Vanna smiled at them. "Don't stay with your spouse this evening. Practice
    experiencing the club and meeting other people on your own. If you have any questions, we'll be circulating
    around the club. Now, go have fun."
    Everyone took that as a cue and stood up. Couples began milling toward the door.
    "Do you want me to stay with you?" Shane's eyebrows rose.
    Yes, she did. Desperately. But she couldn't hide behind Shane al week, and she refused to be ruled by her
    anxieties.
    "No, they suggested we separate."
    The thought of roaming around this place on her own filled her stomach with butterflies, but she was a big girl
    and she could handle it. Experienced patrons who were interested in newcomers would probably go to the
    ballroom. If she went to the bar, hopefully the patrons there would ignore her.
    As Shane crossed the room, Auburn Hair smiled at him, her face lighting up. They chatted for a moment, she
    laughed, then he slid his arm around her waist and they slipped through the door.
    Melissa noticed Mr. Dark Eyes standing by his wife's side as she chatted with Vanna. He smiled at Melissa.
    Calmly, she returned his smile then headed for the door, relieved when he did not follow her.
    She returned to the lobby, then fol owed the signs to the lounge. Soft music flowed from the room. She walked
    straight to the bar, then sat on one of the high, wooden stools and ordered an orange and cranberry juice.
    "So you're a virgin," a woman's voice said.

Chapter 3
    MELISSA GLANCED AT THE LADY TO HER LEFT. "I BEG