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exhibitionists. Over the years, Donavan had entertained submissive women in all
thirty of Eden’s play rooms. However, studio seven was the perfect setting for
what he had in store for Eve this weekend.
    “Well…here we are,” Eve murmured, stopping in
front of a door marked with the Roman numeral seven.
    “Here we are,” he echoed, noting the slight
tremor in her voice. She was ringing her hands together, her eyes darting from
the door then quickly back to the floor. These were not the mannerisms of a
haughty Mistress intent on enslaving a man for a weekend. Nervous energy radiated
off her and awakened the alpha male in him. Eve was no Mistress. He was sure of
it. As soon as they stepped inside their room, he would have forty-eight hours
to prove it.
    Leaning past her, he shoved the key in the lock
but before he could turn it, her hand clamped down on his.
    “Problem?” he asked, shifting his gaze from her
hand to her face.
    “No. No problem. I—I just want to give you one
last chance to turn and run,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “I know you
don’t want to spend the weekend as my slave.”
    Damn right he didn’t but he had no intention of
spending the weekend as her slave.
    “As much as I appreciate the offer, I’m not
running type.” He turned the key then pushed open the door. “After you…Mistress.”
    ****
    Oh, you’ve really done it this
time, Eve.
    Arm braced against the door, Donavan angled an
expectant look down at her. Eve nibbled her lower lip and contemplated bolting
for the exit. Pride quickly stomped on that idea. She wasn’t the running type
either.
    “No time like the present,” Donavan urged.
    “You’re absolutely right.” She dropped the leash
handle, gave her hair a snooty toss and squared her shoulders. If she was going
to play a Mistress, she might as well do it with gusto. With her nose tipped in
the air, she strode past him into the dimly lit void.
    She took long, seductive strides and concentrated
more on the sound of her heels clicking across the floor than on the uneven
sound of her anxious breathing. When she reached the center of the massive
chamber and swept a gaze around the room, her breath caught. Were they in the
right place? This had to be a mistake.
    From the stunning canopy bed dominating the east
wall to the bronzed candelabras illuminating the chamber with a warm glow, the
décor was elegant and tasteful. Here she’d expected a dungeon fully equipped
with a torture chamber and what she’d entered was small piece of heaven. There
was even an intimate dining area with a small café style table and two chairs.
She had stayed in five star hotels less luxurious.
    Oh yes, this doesn’t seem so
bad.
    There were, however, a few things inside the room
that she’d never seen at a five star hotel. Starting with the provocative
artwork. Several pictures framed in swirly gold adorned the walls. Each picture
followed a similar theme—gorgeous females bound and exposed and awaiting their
Dominant’s touch. Some were even gagged, their rosy red lips hugging sleek
rubber balls. An unwanted shudder rolled through Eve and she forced her eyes
away. Apparently even the interior decorator was plotting against her.
    She redirected her attention to a set of leather
cuffs suspended to a thick chain that hung from the vaulted ceiling. Curious,
Eve ventured toward them. These were not the one-size-fits-all type she was
accustom to seeing used at the club. These cuffs were small and delicate and
lacked a sizing belt. Stopping just below them, she tilted her head. Two metal
snaps lined the edge and the length of leather was so short it would barely fit
around her wrist let alone the wrist of a man the size of Donavan.
    “Something wrong?” Donavan asked in a quiet tone.
She didn’t need to turn around to know he stood directly behind her. The heat
of his body seeped into hers. The slow, steady stream of his breath tickled her
hair.
    “I…I was just noticing how small