Winter hesitated. After all, this was the man who had made a perverted move on her just the previous day. What did he want? One thing was clear from their initial meeting on the beach. He was a playboy, and the last thing she wanted was to get tangled with him.
She couldn’t help but wonder whether he had known who she was when he asked her to join him and his lover the previous day. If this was his way of getting her alone, it wouldn’t work.
“Sorry, I have to go back to my room and go over a few things,” she told him, smiling politely. After all, he was her host. But she could only be polite as long as he remained professional. She was willing to forget what had happened on the beach if he did not bring it up.
“I know what you are thinking, and I understand your reluctance to come with
