CHAPTER SEVEN
Sylvia tried to analyze her emotions as she walked out on the wharf toward the waiting motor launch from the Jolly Rogue. She knew she was rapidly approaching a point of no return. Part of her churning uncertainty was Shelton's fault. He had, quite unexpectedly, once again asked her before they left the hotel, "Are you positive you want to do this?"
She had stared at him, perplexed. "I told you before: that's why we're here."
"And you're quite prepared to go to bed with Hunt, Reem, and two other men you've never seen before? Prepared to let them use your body... two, three, even four of them at a time?"
"Yes!" It was said sharply, and in a tone of voice that requested him to drop the subject.
Shelton was persistent. "One more question, and I'll leave you alone!"
"Well?"
