Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Not that she should be staring, but…the colorful lights were catching something sparkly tucked between his bare ass cheeks. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that a jewel?”
The woman’s grin grew into a blinding smile and she laughed softly. “You are definitely new. That’s an anal plug.”
She knew what an anal plug was. She read about them, she’d just never seen one. In person, anyway.
She should’ve watched tons of porn before she came. For educational purposes, of course. At least she might have some basics under her belt instead of feeling like such a novice.
With a quick thank you to the very sexy lady in red, she continued toward the sign at the back, and above the crowd, that said restrooms.
No telling what she’d find in there.
Damn. She was so out of her element. Once again, her gut was telling her that this “vacation” might have been a mistake. Maybe she should check out and drive—
No. She would not wimp out. She spent a fortune on the reservation and the website clearly stated refunds wouldn’t be given to guests ending their stay early.
She’d saved up for this and not taking advantage of what she already paid for would be a financial hit. Plus, after what she paid, she certainly couldn’t afford to stay anywhere else. She would need to drive back home and take the loss.
You don’t have to do anything with anyone, she reminded herself.
She could do what Mr. Sexy Voice said on the phone. Simply relax, take advantage of their spa—since the pampering was included—or lounge by the pool, enjoying a complimentary cocktail.
She could eat until she was as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey. Some of the online reviews—which she scoured before making her reservation—mentioned how delicious and fresh the food was since they tried to locally source as much as possible. A few stated that, unlike most resorts, the meals were far from cafeteria or diner quality.
She could also be active and head out on a trail ride. She could hike. Paddle around the serene lake. Sit around the bonfire. Take one of the ATVs out to explore. Feed the goats…
Damn it. None of those activities were the reason she came. None.
Once she entered the restroom, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing kinky going on. Only two women chatting while they washed their hands.
After a quick nod in greeting, she stopped in front of the large mirror to take in the damage. Snagging a few paper towels, she blotted the large wet spot. It wasn’t helping.
“Looks like someone got wet,” came from the woman remaining at the sink next to her.
“Yes, I…” Wait. She blushed. Damn it, she needed to stop that! “Someone knocked into my drink.”
With a sly smile, her sink mate said, “I promise you, you can get messier than that here. Don’t worry about the spot. Unless you’re worried about it ruining your blouse?”
“No…” She only wore washable clothes. She leaned toward being more practical, and that included her wardrobe.
“Or you could simply take it off. Going topless is encouraged around here.”
Fire licked at her cheeks at the idea of walking around with her breasts hanging out. She was certainly not ready for that, and she might never be. She gnawed on her bottom lip.
The woman squeezed her arm. “Look. Don’t stress over it. You won’t be judged for anything you do. You could walk completely naked around this ranch for a week and no one will blink an eye. They might give you an appreciative glance, maybe invite you to join them for a session or two, and then move on.”
“A session?”
“Yes, in their room or cabin. Out along a riding trail. In one of the paddle boats. Or in one of the playrooms. If you keep yourself open-minded, the opportunities are endless. Do as much or as little as you’d like.”
The voice over the phone whispered through her mind. The only limits will be of your own making.
“Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you. Same to you.”
As the woman met Cara’s eyes in the mirror, she purred, “I always do. This is already my third time here. I’ve visited a lot of clubs and resorts all over the world and I have to say, this place is now my favorite.” With a last smile and a tip of her head, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cara alone.
Cara stared at the woman in the mirror.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Did you really think this was for you?
When have you ever done something so irresponsible?
She sighed. Then, with a last glance at the dark spot on her royal-blue blouse, she pulled in a bolstering breath, gave herself a nod, and headed back out to the party. One more lap around the room and another martini wouldn’t hurt.
The second she stepped out of the restroom, the loud music and crazy lights bombarded her again. Was it possible that the crowd managed to swell even more? Where were all these people coming from?