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to do a bit of exploring on her own.
    Time to find her sexy stranger and have some fun.
    With any luck, her trip to the dungeon would end in a dalliance that would drive Jett Lewis and his gorgeous blue eyes out of her mind.
    Gorgeous eyes.
    Damn. Until a few hours ago, she wouldn’t have even remembered his eyes were blue.
    She peered back into the case and spotted the vibrator she’d foolishly thrown in at the last minute on a whim. She was pleased with her impulsiveness. At least with the toy, she had a plan B if the dungeon fantasy failed.
    God. This was going to be a long week.
     
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    Jett stood in the main playroom, keeping to the shadows as he surveyed the crowd in the dungeon. He felt a bit guilty for lying to Carissa about his true plans when he’d left the room, but he wasn’t sure how she would react if she knew about his interest in BDSM. He’d purposely avoided making eye contact with her when the bellboy mentioned the dungeon. When she didn’t mention it over dinner, he assumed she was either indifferent or hadn’t understood what the man was referring to.
    He straightened the mask Roan, the dungeon master, had given him upon his arrival. Apparently tonight was some sort of theme party—Masquerade—and everyone was required to wear masks. The anonymity appealed to Jett as it added an extra layer of intrigue to the evening. 
    There were close to fifty people at the party. Roan explained there were quite a few staff members who were regulars, in addition to the guests at the hotel. Some of the latter were first-timers, but others apparently returned to the island often. There was a good mix of Doms and Dommes, as well as collared and available subs.
    He understood why an invitation to Eden to play in the dungeon was so coveted. It was beautiful, everything done in red, black and chrome. The red-lacquer walls were decorated with large mirrors so people could watch themselves playing in the flickering light provided by sconces. The equipment was state-of-the-art, most of it designed by Roan himself.
    Roan had remembered Jett from the phone interview he’d conducted of the man a few years earlier when he was researching his book. He’d welcomed Jett to the dungeon and given him a quick tour of the place. Now, Jett watched as Roan played with a gorgeous woman strapped to a giant St. Andrew’s cross. A crowd had formed, watching as the master smacked her shapely bottom with a leather paddle, then paused to stroke the reddening skin when she moaned and arched into his touch. Then he started again, this time with a short leather flogger. Jett didn’t doubt for a moment every female sub in the place was wishing she were tied to that cross.
    Jett had spotted two possible women to play with as he’d toured the area with Roan—lovely, sweet subs who would help him work off some of this pent-up lust that had been steadily building since he and Carissa left New Orleans.
    When he first escaped the hotel room, he’d actually considered doing exactly what he’d told Carissa—castle tour, beach walk, bar. There was a part of him that felt guilty for coming here. Which was ridiculous. He and Carissa weren’t a couple so it wasn’t as if he were cheating on her.
    The problem was something had definitely shifted the moment he’d opened that fancy envelope she’d handed him in the Royal Lunch and he’d read the invitation to Eden. It was as if a veil had been lifted, his vision cleared. Despite his deep roots in New Orleans, he’d never set much stock in voodoo or magic. At least not until he’d read that letter. From that point on, there was one thing that seemed to shine brighter to him, that stood out like a beacon calling him home—and it was Carissa.
    He’d told her that kiss in the plane was meant to distract her, but the truth was after all those hours together in the car, driving to Miami, his willpower was gone. He simply couldn’t not kiss her for a second longer.
    Jett