Stephanie had changed into the bikini that Devlin had provided, a costume definitely not capable of withstanding exposure to water. Cut high on the hip, it showed off Stephanie's long legs and tight curved bottom while the spangled tiny bra did little to conceal her breasts. The wrap, designed to be worn with it, was no more than a thin veil of chiffon. Coming down to the main terrace Stephanie had ordered a light lunch of lobster and salad and had decided against more champagne. She sipped ice-cold mineral water instead and had been tempted by the offer of ice cream after the salad. The melon ice cream the waiter had brought was unbelievably delicious, but she avoided the temptation to gorge herself on it. As she had thought on the plane, the main problem this weekend was to know where to draw the line. From where she sat the view over the lake was breathtaking, framed by the cascading flowers, the sun reflected off the almost still water. The heat of the sun made her body feel calm and relaxed.
