But now, she and Harold had the house to themselves, and Marina had decided to take some of that advice she’d been hearing and ordered a slinky negligee. It was sapphire blue with black lace and of course, crotchless. When her last appointment of the day had canceled, Marina figured this was the golden opportunity to test out her new purchase. As soon as she got home, she was going to shower, style her hair, do up her makeup, slip into that silky garment, and greet Harold as he walked in the door. Just looking at the sexy nightie had made Marina flush a bit, so she was expecting great things when Harold caught sight of her in it.

She pulled into the drive and was disappointed to see Harold’s shiny new Mercedes convertible already parked there. So much for the surprise. It was barely three in the afternoon and Harold wasn’t usually due home for another couple hours. But then maybe he was taking a really late lunch. Maybe he’d go back to the office soon and she could still put her plan in action.

She headed inside to the kitchen, but there was no sign of her husband there. She started to call out when she heard a noise at the back of the house. Frowning, she headed down the hallway toward their bedroom. It would be her luck that the one day she’d gotten off early in a million years, Harold had come down with a stomach flu or something.

She pushed open the door to the bedroom and gasped.

Harold was indeed in bed, but he wasn’t alone. His part time file clerk, a girl only three years older than their daughter, was with him. Even worse, she was wearing Marina’s new negligee. Things would never be the same. Someone else’s crotch had been in her nightie and unfortunately, looked better in it than hers did.

Chapter Two

“I’ll cut his little winkie off!”

Marina’s half sister, Halcyon, ranted as she stomped across her living room. It was fairly impressive, as she managed to do so with a full glass of red wine and wearing six-inch stilettos on thick white carpet. Halcyon preferred to make a statement, even if Marina was the only one to see it. If Marina had attempted the same move, that carpet would look like a scene from Forensic Files.

“And I do mean little!” Halcyon continued. “I’ve seen that man’s feet. And that slut Chastity LeDoux—someone needs to superglue her privates shut. That girl has plowed through three-quarters of the male population. The only ones that she’s missed are either out of Viagra or gay.”

“It does seem rather ironic, her parents naming her Chastity,” Marina said.

Halcyon threw her arms in the air. “Might as well stick her on a pole as soon as she can walk. Putting a name like that on your kid is just asking to be defied.”

“I don’t know. Dad named me Marina and I love the water.”