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two-storey house was white shingled siding with black shutters. There were five gables and several balconies with black metal railings. Warm light splashed from all the windows into the twilight.
    Excitement whipped through her. This house seemed like something out of her dreams. She loved gables and she adored balconies. This place was just perfect.
    She followed a string of fancy black metal lanterns hung on six-foot-high poles, which led the way along a white flagstone pathway up a few stairs to a wraparound porch with gingerbread trim. In the background, the jet engines drowned the crash of waves as Ryland’s pilot readied for take-off.
    She stepped onto the white-painted porch. Bright lights flickered on from a motion detector and she smiled at the several white wicker chairs with bright red pillows adorning the area. Very cosy.
    With shaky fingers, she dug out the skeleton key and inserted it into the lock. It fitted perfectly. The door beeped and she realised the key was electronic. Pushing down on the fancy black handle, she opened the solid wood black door.
    The comforting smell of vanilla embraced her as she stepped inside the house.
    Wow , was her overwhelming thought as she stared at her surroundings. Whomever had decorated this place had great taste. Actually, she would have done her dream home in much the same manner. The foyer was huge. Gorgeous pictures of beaches and lighthouses adorned the walls. The main theme was white, her favourite colour. Accents were black metal and brass. The walls gleamed white with wood wainscoting and black metal railings led to the second floor. The stairs were white marble and the rest of the floors were covered in a plush white rug. Several huge white crystal chandeliers adorned the entryway and stairway ceilings. 
    An inner quivering of wicked anticipation burst through her as she spied a trail of white rose petals strewn across the carpet towards and up the stairs. Okay, so he wanted her to follow the petals. She bit her bottom lip, gathered her courage and followed the trail to a second-floor bedroom that was half the size of her apartment. The petals led her into an adjoining dressing room, which was just as big as the bedroom.
    Blowing out yet another tense breath, she surveyed the virtually see-through white lingerie placed on a white table. On the clothing lay a note in Ryland’s handwriting. Her heart began hammering quickly as she read it.
    Remove your plug and put these on. Meet us on the back porch.
    Oh goodness! They were already here. She didn’t know why she’d hoped she would have a little more time to herself. It appeared Ryland was quite eager to introduce her to the third.
    Her legs trembled as she did what the note instructed. After taking a long shower and blow-drying her hair in the accompanying powder room, she wrapped herself in a short sexy robe she found hanging on a hook for her. With her heart hammering in her ears, she sat at a nearby makeup table, loving the velvety material of the cushion caressing her almost bare ass. She inspected the magnificent selection of every imaginable makeup set upon the table. Everything was in its original packaging, from false eyelashes, to silver eyeliner, to glittering blush. She didn’t need any blush—her cheeks were taking care of that angle all on their own, as they heated whenever she focused on what would be happening. She opted to go for the natural look and applied sparkling white eyeshadow and some black eyeliner and mascara. Then she brushed her hair until it shone beneath the lights.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Moments later, she donned the clothing. The material of the three-piece lingerie set was the softest she’d ever felt hugging her skin and as she gazed into one of the many full-length jewel-encrusted mirrors in the dressing room, she did a double-take at the erotic way the clothing embraced her curves. 
    She appeared very sexy in the baby-doll outfit with its feminine ruffled edges. She