Chapter 8
Stephano walked beside Rosalind as they headed toward the outdoor pool. She wore her white sundress with cheery yellow flowers. He was fascinated at the way she swayed her hips. Rosalind seemed to naturally fit in among the olive trees and the colorful rose bushes that doubled as a butterfly garden.
Her application of makeup showed off her artistry, though he knew underneath the artifice Rosalind was even more beautiful and kissable.
His lips tingled at the memory of her warm mouth. As they approached the pool, he laid the towels on beach chairs, side by side.
She stripped that dress of hers off and tossed it on the beach chair.
The one piece she wore covered more skin than any suit he’d seen in years.
In fact, she probably wore more material around her than the last five w
