Amber announced to Molly the next morning when Rio brought her home. It had been well after ten by the time she’d finally made it out of bed, pleasantly exhausted from another night of intense lovemaking with Rio. The man certainly had an inventive mind. Already he was teaching her things that brought her untold pleasure and took her to heights she’d never dreamed possible. “Let me bring you into my world,” he’d said when he dropped her off. “You told me you discussed this with Molly—and that’s fine,” he’d added hastily. “And she told you about Peregrine. I would love to take you there. Let you immerse yourself in the experience.” She had finally agreed, riding the edge of anticipation that he would take her there tonight. “Ask Molly about appropriate dress,” was the last thing he’d said before he drove away. Appropriate dress? Obviously not the button-down wardrobe she’d brought with her. “For anything in particular?” Then Molly snapped her fingers as a light dawned in her eyes.
