“Forgive me for saying, but I am rather attracted to you. And if you’re not my date for the weekend…” He let his words hang, unsure of how to finish his thought without making himself look like even more of an ass.
A slow and deliberate smile played at the corners of her plump, glossy lips. He swore it looked like she was trying to hide a smirk. Did she know something?
“I’m flattered,” she said, her smile evening out. “Why don’t we get a fresh drink and head down a level? The lounge chairs are far more comfortable and I can never get enough of the warm tropical breeze. I’m sure Mariah will be along soon with the name of your fantasy woman. Until then, let’s just relax and talk.”
Shane nodded as they got up from the table. “Sounds good, then I can get rid of this jacket. I’m normally a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy.”
As they walked from the bar with fresh drinks, Shane saw Mariah engaged with a couple near the fire pit. Only two white envelopes were left in her hand. He noticed Dimitri not far from her, in animated conversation with Vance, the security chief.
When they reached the steps, he offered Katie his hand, which she took, thanking him as they made their descent to the second level. She was right; the seating was much more comfortable and accommodating of a man of his size. He followed as she went to one of the bench-style lounge chairs, setting her drink on one of the smaller, cozier glass-top tables. He admired the way the light coming through the trees made the material that hugged her hips glimmer and shine as she moved.
Before he even got a chance to sit next to her, the click of high heels approaching sounded behind him. “Mr. Moore,” said a soft, sensual voice. He turned to see that Mariah, her smile warm and welcoming, had at last found him. Finally, the question of his fantasy woman would be answered.
“Are you enjoying what you’ve seen of Pleasure Bay, so far?”
“Yes, ma’am, very much. It’s a refreshing change from the crowded city of Rockford.”
“That’s what we like to provide,” she said, holding out an envelope. “Inside is your room assignment, the weekend schedule of events, and of course, your partner’s name, but I can see fate has already brought the two of you together.” She looked at Katie with a wink and a smile.
“You mean…” His words stopped short as he looked at the knowing smile on Katie’s lips and then back at Mariah.
She nodded, her smile growing. “I would say, judging by your reaction, you approve?”
“You knew?” He looked at Katie, whose beaming expression was all telling, as she nodded.
“Sorry,” was her answer. “I wasn’t allowed to mention it until after Mariah introduced us.”
“I feel you’re in good hands this weekend, Shane. If you need anything or have any questions, don’t hesitate to find me, or Dimitri.”
“Thank you,” he said, unable to pull his eyes away from Katie.
“I think you’ll find your bungalow quite comfortable; the directions are inside with a map of the island. I wish you both a very happy and memorable weekend.”
Shane didn’t even notice that Mariah had quietly slipped away as he sat down next to Katie, removing his cumbersome jacket and laying it over the back of the lounger. This was his girl for the weekend. Now that it was confirmed, he felt both excited and a little afraid.
“So, you’re a domme?” he asked quietly.
“Surprising, isn’t it? No one ever knows until I tell them.” Her words were playful but he could tell she was used to the question.
“I’m sorry. That was a stupid question. I’m just—”
“Nervous… and that’s okay,” she said softly, putting her hand on his.
He felt a tingling sensation crawl up his arm at her touch. As he looked at her slender and red-tipped fingers, he wondered if she had purposely tried to match the description he had given on his application.
“There’s no pressure here this weekend, Shane. Just relax