firmly imbedded in his skin. Despite her warnings to go slowly, Jax hadn’t listened. He’d invited her back several times and started to talk about a long-term relationship. In the end, Mariah’s concern had been spot-on and Jax had suffered.
On one of those return trips, Bianca had shown her true colors. She’d been playing Jax in order to find what she’d been looking for all along, a real sugar daddy with a ten-figure portfolio. That weekend had been a disaster. While Bianca the bitch and Daddy Warbucks had snuck off to enact their own island fantasy—without a word to anyone—their assigned partners had feared the worst. An island-wide search had ensued. In the end, they’d been found in one of the vacant bungalows engaged in a full-out age-play scene, with daddy in diapers and the bitch smacking his pampered ass.
Dimitri had summarily blacklisted them both. He’d also had to compensate the billionaire’s partner for her blown weekend, offering her a full refund and an all-expenses paid do-over.
It had not been Pleasure Bay’s finest hour, or Mariah’s, for that matter. She could still hear Dimitri’s blazing set-down when he’d learned of her made-up system for rating applicants. Steam had practically hissed from his ears as he’d warned her, “Either clue us in, or shut it down. You will not like the consequences if something like this happens again, little one.”
As her memory flashed on that moment, the burning intensity of his dark eyes, the power in his deep voice, the force of his passion—even while angry—directed straight at her, caused a tingle of apprehension to sweep through her. Or was it excitement? Of course, it was the latter; the man overpowered her senses with his sensuality, his sheer dominance. Damn!
With a firm mental shake, she put her personal fantasies aside and focused on the problem at hand.
Glancing toward Jax with concern, she asked quietly, “Are you sure?”
“You’ve been bugging me for months to get back in the game, Riah. Look at her. She’s the perfect way to start, don’t you think?”
Her eyes flicked back to Sydney Greene. She was perfect, it seemed, in her conservative taupe dress with the choker of pearls around her neck. Her fair skin was luminescent, even on screen, and the thick fall of her strawberry blond hair fell in a shiny swath over one shoulder. Yes, Jax would enjoy such purity and innocence, after Bianca the bitch. Her sweetness and light would be the perfect foil for Bianca’s ruthless darkness. Instinctively, Mariah knew that Sydney would respond to his charm and easygoing nature. For Jaxon, she was perfection personified.
“If I’m going to stick my toe in the water again, this is the way to start.” Jax pinned her with his deep brown eyes. She saw desire warring with wariness in their depths. “What’s your impression, Riah?”
She looked back at Sydney on the large screen, a small smile ticking up the corner of her lips. Shifting her gaze back to Jaxon, a good man and an even better friend, her smile widened and she nodded. “You’re right, Jax. She’s the perfect way to start.”
Jax exhaled, smiling back at her. “Okay, since that’s settled,” he cued the screen to the next slide, “let’s move on.”
Attention back on the screen, Mariah gave the rundown on three more guests, pausing when the screen froze on Shane Moore. With female appreciation, she took in his picture. His cocky, yet endearing smile and the look in his mischievous hazel eyes would have any girl melting into a puddle at his feet. Add the tight black muscle shirt—complete with some rather impressive bulk—and Mariah felt certain he’d make women’s panties spontaneously combust as they begged for his attention.
Heterosexual.
Switch?
6′1″. 220#.
Fantasy- F/m. Domination. Light bondage.
“Why the question mark after switch?” Dimitri called, pointing to the screen with his pen.
“Because that’s what he put on his
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