“Since we’re out here,” I said, “let me point out the main features of the resort.”

He threw me a sideways glance. “Well, I can see there’s badminton or tennis. Or could it be miniten? Nudists love that game.”

“All of the above. But we have a lot more to offer.” I pointed in the appropriate direction for each feature as I listed them. “The lawn also hosts flag football and other sports. That little brown building over there is the sauna, but that’s mostly used in the winter. The big building is the guest house, and inside it you’ll find rooms with private en suite bathrooms, an exercise room, a dining hall, a game room, and a self-serve pantry filled with snacks. There’s a pop machine in the downstairs hallway, along with a coffeemaker and water cooler in the dining hall. Those are available twenty-four seven, along with the pantry.”

“Sounds like you have everything.”

“There’s more.” I pointed at the dirt trail that disappeared into the woods. “We have nature trails too, and a natural hot spring as well as a small private lake.”

“Impressive. A resort with all these amenities should be more expensive.”

“There are plenty of luxury resorts in the world. I want to offer an affordable, family-friendly place where naturists and nudists can experience the wilderness without sacrificing the creature comforts.”

“And that’s why I decided to come here.” He turned toward me. “For the friendly atmosphere. Your website says I’ll find that here.”

“You will. My guests are good people.” I eyed his truck again and couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer. “Where did you find a fancy truck to rent? I would’ve picked you up at the airport if you’d told me when your flight was arriving. You left that question blank in the online registration form.”

“That’s because I didn’t fly. I drove here in my own truck, not a rental.”

“You drove from LA? That’s a twelve-hour trip.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I wanted the privacy and quiet.”

Deciding I’d been nosy enough, I started for the house and waved for him to follow. “Come on. I’ll show you the spare room.”

Val smiled again, this time with a warmth that exceeded friendliness. Not that he was leering at me. Flirtatious seemed like a more accurate description of his expression.

No more sleeping with guests, Evie.

Val caught up to me, that smile deepening. “I appreciate your hospitality and plan on taking advantage of it often while I’m staying here. If you don’t mind.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“Are you a nudist, Eve?”

“No. I run the place, that’s all.”

“Too bad.” He skimmed his gaze up and down my body. “I’ve never seen a woman more worthy of the nudist lifestyle.”

This guy was trouble. Sexy, flirty, down-and-dirty trouble.

And I hadn’t slept with a man in almost a year.

Val winked at me, still smiling.

Oh yeah. Big, big trouble.