Erin waited for Luke in a loose-fitting, lacy white sundress outside the hotel lobby under the portico. Her tan skin contrasted against the fabric. She had built a base tan before leaving home so she wouldn’t burn in the South Asian sun and for the sexy tan lines. Monica and Jenny insisted on waiting with her after checkout. They wore matching black silk ao dais this morning and were apparently unaffected by the morning h...

“Welcome to Vietnam, Ms. Erin. How was your flight?” The young woman behind the desk smiled serenely with her palms pressed together and bowed slightly as a sign of respect and greeting. Her long black hair was pulled back in a graceful ponytail kept in place by a black ribbon. She was dressed in a satin peach-colored ao dai, the traditional Vietnamese long tunic. An English name tag that read “Jenny, Hotel Saigon” was pi...

“Wow, Luke, this view is amazing! It feels like our own private stadium!” Erin said over her shoulder as she leaned out over the waist-high glass barrier separating her from the field far below. “I can see the football players perfectly; this will be so much better than watching the game on television!” “Except we won’t have commercials,” Luke responded, helping himself to a bacon-wrapped date from the mini-buffet in the...

Luke turned the page of Charles Dickens and tried to pay attention to the plot. He already re-read the same page a few times trying to keep his concentration away from Erin, who was naked in the bathtub in the next room. “How are you doing in there?” Luke asked for the third time. “Do you need any help? Would you like me to rub your shoulders while you’re in there?” Luke asked with hopes of a glimpse at Erin’s sexy body w...