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couldn’t tell if
he was aware of Jordan being there, watching us, or not.
    I decided I’d let him know.
    “Jordan,” I said as I wrapped one arm around my breasts,
hiding them from his view. Then, to Shane, I said, “May I please have a towel?”
    Shane glanced at Jordan but didn’t seem surprised to see
him. “Sure.” He pulled one off the rack next to him and strolled toward me.
    I gave him a wide eyed look as he held it open for me.
Evidently I was going to have to stand nude in front of this stranger. But only
for a second.
    Moving quickly, I pushed out of the pool and stepped into
the soft towel. Thankfully, it was large, bigger than a bath towel. It covered
me from chest to knee.
    Still feeling ashamed, as if I’d been caught doing something
I shouldn’t have, I glanced at Jordan. He gave me some kind of look I couldn’t
read then wandered over to the table where we’d eaten dinner and sat.
    “I think he saw us,” I whispered to Shane.
    Shane nodded. “Come with me. We need to talk.”
    Intrigued, and hoping I’d finally find out why he’d seemed
so upset earlier, I followed him inside. We went to a bedroom, his I assumed.
Sitting patiently on a small chaise at the foot of the bed, I watched him strip
out of his wet shirt and pull on a clean, dry pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
    Finally, he sat beside me.
    And said…nothing.
    I waited.
    For a minute. Two. Three.
    Shane jammed his fingers through his wet hair. Looking down
at the gleaming tile floor, he said, “He’s expecting to have sex with you.”
     

Chapter 4
    My head was spinning. Whirling. Swooping. It wasn’t a good
feeling. Not at all. I felt as if my lungs were concrete. They wouldn’t expand.
They wouldn’t fill with air.
    Shane was still sitting next to me, staring down at the
floor. He’d just delivered one of the biggest shocks of my life, and he didn’t
have the guts to look me in the eye?
    Fury quickly replaced the shock, making my heart pound hard
in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about, Shane?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “I don’t care what it is. I’m not a whore.”
    “I know.”
    “I don’t sleep with just anyone.”
    “I know that too.”
    I stood up. I stomped away, getting as far as the door.
Pivoting, I asked, “When you told me I was going to be your submissive, was
this part of the deal?”
    “Y--yes.”
    What the hell? What else hasn’t he told me? “You didn’t tell
me that. If you had, I might have…” What? What would I have said? Would I have
walked away? Or would I have been skeptical, thinking he wouldn’t actually make
me have sex with someone I didn’t know?
    Regardless, he didn’t give me the chance to make that
choice.
    That wasn’t right.
    It was absolutely reprehensible. And just plain shitty.
    “I didn’t mention it yet because Jordan is the only one I
share with. I didn’t expect you to meet him so soon.”
    “ So soon? In other words, you figured you had time to
charm me and seduce me and get me ready.”
    “Not exactly.”
    I didn’t like that response. It suggested he had thought
something along those lines. I’d never felt dirty after sex before. Now I did.
Really dirty. And used. “I want to go home. Now.”
    “It’ll take some time to get the plane back.”
    “I don’t care.” Feeling a rush of tears coming, I ran to my
room and slammed the door. I locked it too. Then I sat on my bed and had a good
cry.
    Why did he do this to me? Why? I wasn’t some prostitute, who
didn’t mind being swapped and used and shared for a price. I was an independent
woman with healthy self-respect. I choose my partners carefully. I didn’t sleep
around.
    Then again, I had known from the start that Shane was into
some really kinky stuff. He’d been upfront about that much.
    And he’d tried to warn me off.
    Should I have seen this coming? Was I too dazzled by the
money, the great sex, and his drop dead good looks to see what was really
there?
    No. No! I wasn’t going to