Do Me Baby (The Beaumont Series) by Angie Daniels

because she was different from the others? Because she wasn’t the least bit impressed by his fame? He’d have to think about it later, although he doubted anything would make any sense until the cruise was over and he was hundreds of miles away from her.
    Rance was halfway through his three-mile plan when he spotted Debra coming his way. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of spandex shorts that caused him to perspire. Every male on the deck had noticed her, and he felt a streak of jealousy that was unusual for him. He slowed to a trot, then to a walk.
    “Hey, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to spend the morning resting.”
    “I was, but then I figured you were working out and I felt guilty, so I thought I’d come join you.”
    He smiled as the sun shone down on her. “I was just getting in a little cardio.”
    “Well, that’s what I need, so I might as well get this party started.” Leaning on the rail, she started stretching her muscles.
    “You know you can’t be bending over like that in front of me.”
    She looked up from touching her toes and playfully rolled her eyes. “Behave.”
    Rance chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’ll be serious.”
    She rose. “Good. Now, let’s jog.”
    He started off with a slow trot and she fell into step beside him. “That’s it. Just slow your breathing. Try breathing in through your nose and out your mouth. Good job.”
    “How many times around?” she asked in a rush of air.
    He waited until they’d jogged around a couple holding hands before saying, “Let’s shoot for five.”
    Tilting her head to glare at him, Debra breathed, “If you’ll settle for three then you got yourself a deal.”
    He laughed. “Then three it is.” With that he picked up speed.
     
      *
    “I’m going to get some more coffee. You want something?” Rance asked as he rose.
    Tilting her head, Debra grinned up at him and said, “I’d love some orange juice.”
    “Coming right up.”
    Debra’s eyes followed him, admiring his long strides as he moved over to the food. He looked comfortable in workout gear. Her heart pounded. She liked him way more than was sensible. As she watched the movement of his powerful thighs with each step, Debra thought about them between her trembling legs. Last night was one of a kind, the kind of night women wrote about in their diaries.
    Rance made an entrance. He moved across the room, and every woman took noticed. She didn’t miss the looks of envy and the women waving, trying to get his attention. He was a celebrity, and with that status came attention. A lot of attention. She watched as he reached for a cup, and two young women already in bikinis scurried over to him. The second he flashed his dazzling smile, they were swaying on their feet.
    Realizing she was staring, Debra dropped her head and reached for a slice of bacon. Rance was so out of her league. The worst thing she could do was make more of what was happening than it really was. They were having a weekend fling, nothing more, and the sooner she remembered that the better off she’d be. The last thing he needed was another woman falling all over herself to be with him.
    Her gaze swept across the dining room again. Rance was chatting and giving autographs. It was going to be a while before she got her orange juice.
    “Oh, my God! There’s Rance Beaumont!” she heard some chick screech, and realized it was the woman to whom he had giving his autograph outside near the bus. Debra watched her and her skinny friend hurry over, immediately bidding for his attention.
    Debra shook her head and focused on the magnificent view outside the window. Beautiful blue ocean for miles. What she wouldn’t give to wake up to something like that every morning.
    She wasn’t sure how long she had been gazing out the window when Rance returned and gently set a tall glass of juice in front of her.
    “Sorry about that,” he said apologetically.
    “No problem.” She shrugged like she hadn’t even noticed. The