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have shown up there if it did.” When he raised an eyebrow she admitted,
     “Okay. Yes, it bothers me, but not for the reasons you think it does.”
    “You can tell me later. For now I’m glad we’re on the same page. Or we will be once
     we go through negotiations.”
    “You’re making a pretty big assumption,” she protested, even though every nerve in
     her body was strung tight, needing exactly the release he offered. Kink. Power exchange.
     Domination.
    “Am I?” He leaned in even further, taking her chin in his fingertips and forcing her
     gaze to meet his. “Is that why your pupils are widening? Why you ran your tongue across
     those gorgeous pink lips? I’m a Dominant, Miranda, and once more at the risk of sounding
     cocky—which I don’t much mind—I’m a good one. It’s my job to read a bottom’s response.
     And you are responding beautifully.”
    “God dammit, Roan.” Her pulse was hot, racing. She wanted to pull her chin away but
     found she couldn’t. Instead she lowered her lashes, focusing on the buttons of his
     shirt. And the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric. The man had a beautiful
     body under there. Broad shoulders. A narrow waist. All of it hinted at so enticingly
     beneath his finely tailored shirt.
    He chuckled. “God dammit what? God dammit don’t make assumptions? Or God dammit, I’m
     right?”
    “Maybe both,” she admitted. Then she looked back up at him, “Okay. Okay.” She drew
     in a deep breath, let it out on a shaky exhale. She could do this. Have this. As long
     as there were boundaries to keep her safe. “This invitation was for one week. Seven
     days to play.”
    “One week,” he agreed. “That should be plenty of time.”
    “For what?”
    “For us to explore. To get to know each other. To see if we want more than a week.”
    “One week,” she repeated. “Starting when we met last night.”
    He smiled. “As you wish, beautiful Miranda. As long as you understand that within
     the bounds of the terms we negotiate, you will be mine for those seven days. Well,
     now six days. And nights,” he added, making her squirm in her seat.
    Heat pooled between her thighs.
    His. Oh my…
    She hadn’t thought she could belong to anyone again, after Daryn. It was the limit
     of the week that made it possible. Maybe Vardalos knew what he was talking about after
     all. Maybe the island really did always know what you needed. This week could be exactly
     what she needed to help her transition, to finally get on with her life.
    She licked her lips. “When do we begin?”
    Roan pulled back and glanced at his watch—a sleek silver Rolex. “I’ll give you an
     hour.”
    “I… What?”
    He smiled, lifted her hand and brushed a kiss across the knuckles, his lips soft against
     her skin. “One hour. Then we meet back at Club Sin. We negotiate. And then we play.”
     
     

 

Chapter Two
     
    Though Roan had been certain Miranda would meet him as agreed upon, he still had to
     draw in a relieved breath when she walked through the doors of Club Sin. He’d wanted
     her there too damn badly. But there was no time for those thoughts now. She was standing
     in the doorway in that little black lace dress from the night before that showed off
     her endless, tanned legs and just enough of her succulent cleavage to make his mouth
     water. Her breasts were full, almost a bit too large for her lithe frame. Spectacular.
     She had one of those lean, athletic bodies with just enough curves for a man to get
     his hands around, and he damn well intended to.
    First things first.
    “Very good, Miranda,” he said, letting his mouth quirk up into a small smile.
    “I haven’t done anything yet.”
    “On the contrary. You showed up as instructed.”
    “I…” she started, faltering. The rise of her breasts rose beneath the black lace as
     she pulled in a deep breath, as she bit her plush pink lower lip. Lips to be kissed.
     To be mauled. “Negotiations?” she