Tarren Greene was having a swell day, as he would describe it. The sky was a brilliant blue, the grass a lush green, and the scent of blooming wildflowers drifted lazily on the warm breeze. Everything seemed perfect—until he spotted Amelia Twine, who was making quite a statement by parading around in nothing but her bikini briefs. Granted, he was her neighbour and they lived in a collection of high-end villas that were for those of higher ranking, but none of the other girls would be caught dead in anything less than the finest before nine in the morning.
After a morning fight with her mother, Amelia had decided to throw caution to the wind, dressing in clothing (or lack of it) that would make her mother clutch her pearls. She then decided that exposing her curves to the guards wasn't eno
