Little Rainbows Read Free

luggage is brought to your room and have the car parked in the staff area.”
    Either the manager didn’t pick up on her insecurities or he’d successfully mastered the art of disguising his thoughts. If Heather had to make a guess, she’d pick the second option but that didn’t lessen her relief. She was grateful he didn’t make her feel any more stupid than she already did. Handing over her keys, she watched as Karl passed them on to a younger man who smiled at her before walking out of the door.
    “If you’d follow me?”
    Karl strode off down the corridor, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was behind him. Her surroundings turned into a blur as Heather rushed to keep up with the manager, grateful she didn’t have the time to worry about her upcoming meeting with the man Karl had called the Master . A few minutes from now she’d know who she’d be dealing with and would hopefully be able to scratch one item off her long list of worries. She’d do this one step at a time. If she could stop herself from obsessing about the big picture and her personal issues, she might just make it through the next few days. Maybe…
     
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    He wanted to scream. No amount of staring at the pile of papers on his desk or the schedules on his screen made it any clearer how he could possibly turn this weekend into anything but an unmitigated disaster. What had seemed a great idea four months ago had turned into a nightmare of apocalyptic proportions. He only had just over two weeks left before everybody who was anybody in the Irish BDSM scene would descend on his Blowhole , expecting to be—as he’d so poetically put it in the invitations—blown away by the facilities he had to offer.
    Of course, four months ago he’d still been himself. He’d been happy in this setting he’d created and secure in the knowledge he’d found his place in the world at last. Now he didn’t know who or what he was and felt like an imposter. He almost laughed. An imposter who happened to own and run the show. He’d introduced himself as Master Jay on the invitations, a title that could only be interpreted one way. A title he was less comfortable wearing with each passing day.
    He got up and walked to the window, taking in the view in front of him. The sight usually filled him with calm and pride. The gardens were impressive, a riot of colors lit up by the sunshine. The Atlantic provided a glorious backdrop. Under most circumstances, the beauty surrounding him was enough to set his mind at ease. Today the perfection outside only served to feed his inner turmoil.
    Besides, it was too late for second thoughts. The invitations had been sent and accepted. All but one or two of his rooms had been booked for the anniversary weekend. Nothing short of the place burning down would stop this party from taking place.
    The idea of having to spend a weekend with practicing Dominants while having lost his urge to dominate filled him with horror. He knew they would immediately recognize something wasn’t right. The people he’d invited had no way of knowing he was indeed an experienced and well-respected Dom—in America. He knew his last scene, a month ago, had raised eyebrows. He’d been fielding concerned questions from his friends for weeks. His guests would take one look at him and see a man incapable of living up to his self-proclaimed image. A wannabe. A failure.
    A low buzzing sound brought him back to the here and now. That would be Karl, warning him his visitor had arrived. He was about to come face-to-face with another one of his many questionable decisions. Leaving the initial planning to Karl had been an escape mechanism, making it possible for him to pretend he didn’t have a party and possible public relations disaster in his near future. But now that she’d arrived, he had to deal with somebody he knew next to nothing about. And to make the situation even more prone to disaster, Karl had seen fit to hire someone who’d been