I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Black hair tumbled over, my shoulders, half-hiding my halter top. At eighteen I still didn't have much to fill that halter with but what was there rode high and firm on my chest. The material poked out where my nipples were. I did have nice nipples. They weren't teeny little pink wrinkles like some of my friends had. Mine were dark and thick, and when I was thinking sexy, they jutted out and got so sensitive that I could scream when a boy tried to touch them. My legs were pretty fine. Long and lean. Willowy is what one date called me. Flat-bellied and slim-hipped. I licked my lips wet, pouted. The booze made me giggle. I grabbed my bikini, rolled it in a towel and started off for the beach. There was still half a day left to get a little sun. But I didn't make-it out the front door of the hotel.

"You're Miss Durant, aren't you? Miss Robyn Durant?"

"Yeah, that's me." I couldn't understand how the man knew my name. He was broad in the shoulders and good-looking. Curly, brown hair. A scar across one cheek. He looked like he'd handled a few rough situations in his life. He was dressed casually, like anyone you might see at a resort hotel.

"My name is Scott Morely. Your father told me to look after you."

"My father?" I glimpsed the diamond ring on his finger. It wasn't showy, but it looked like the real thing. He smiled and the scar crooked.

"I'm the house detective here at the Palace. Night duty. Mr. Durant told me you'd be spending a few days alone and wanted to make sure I was aware." He surveyed my legs. It didn't take but a flash of his eyes, but I knew he'd had a good look.

I finally managed a smile. "Oh, I see." Scott looked around.

"Look, I don't go on duty until seven. Could I buy you a drink?" He moved his shoulders. He moved them nice. "I'd ask you to the bar here at the Palace but you're a paying guest and I'm an employee…" He shrugged, gave me another smile. "How about the Hilton? It's just across the street."