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Darren—and she knew him so well—he’d even tell her to open herself up to the idea that it might be…
    But no. He would have been wrong. She might be able to organize this party, to observe people while they enjoyed everything that would be on offer, but she was nowhere near ready to throw herself back into the game. Not now…maybe not ever. Although… Much as she didn’t like the thought, she couldn’t deny she’d been getting restless lately. Isolating herself wasn’t working anymore. Recently she’d found herself yearning for something she’d rather not name. Her unexpected visitor might have been an unwelcome intrusion, but he had also made her realize her desires and needs weren’t as dead as she’d thought they were.
    She had some time left before she had to get ready for dinner with Jason. Determined to stop her mind from bombarding her with more doubts, Heather opened her laptop and had another look at The Blowhole ’s website. She’d been studying the information for weeks now, but it didn’t hurt to be as prepared as she could be.
     
    Welcome to ‘ The Blowhole ’, Ireland’s largest, all inclusive adult playground.
     
    The words adult playground made her smile.
     
    Welcome to a world where people are allowed to be who they are and enjoy whatever their hearts desire without judgment. Whether your tastes are innocent or adventurous, ranging from luxurious vanilla to full-fledged BDSM, ‘ The Blowhole ’ will provide you with the environment and equipment to fulfill your every fantasy.
     
    Yes, the idea impressed her. She had visited many sex clubs, swingers meetings and BDSM gatherings with Darren. They had organized quite a few of those events. Yet she had never come across a place catering to such a wide variety of customers until now. In theory, the idea sounded inspired. Whether or not it worked in practice remained to be seen and depended on how comfortably all the various tastes could live together. Of course that wouldn’t be an issue as far as the party she’d be organizing was concerned. The event would be exclusively BDSM. In the meantime, it would be interesting to see how Jason had dealt with the risk of alienating vanilla-minded people as a result of the kinkier excesses.
    The familiarity of research did the trick. Heather could feel herself relax into the information. When she couldn’t postpone getting ready for dinner any longer, she was almost calm again.
    Almost calm . She couldn’t quite put her finger on the source of the apprehension she felt when she thought about having dinner with Jason. It would be nothing more than a business meeting , she thought as she pulled a dress from the wardrobe.
    She knew how to conduct herself, what questions to ask, what queries to expect and even most of the answers she’d give to those. She might not have done any of this on her own before but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. Of course, she would probably have been completely sure of the way forward if she’d been dealing with anyone other than Jason. She ignored the thought, refusing to linger on what it might mean, just as she wasn’t going to spend too much time thinking about the past.
    She glanced at herself in the mirror and decided she would do. She looked nice—not too sexy and not too modest either. With a bit of luck people—Jason—would see a dedicated professional. That’s what she was. She was here to do a job and do it well. Nothing else should matter… Should being the operative word.
     
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    Jason found himself in the lobby, waiting for Heather, a few minutes before the appointed time. He still couldn’t get over her showing up here. What was more, he couldn’t get his head around his reaction to seeing her again. For twenty years he’d barely spared the girl—no, woman—a thought. And now, ever since she’d walked into his office, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Pictures of that long-ago summer in Wexford surfaced in his mind.