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Chapter One
Michael Donovan finished unpacking and headed straight to the wet bar in the
suite’s living room. He poured whiskey into the tumbler and downed it in one
swallow.
Ahh, the sweet burn. Maybe he’d just drink himself into oblivion tonight.
He knew better than to have relationships with women. He just wasn’t any damn
good at them. Ginny was just the latest example of his failure to even remotely
understand the feminine mind. He’d be much better off to steer clear of anyone
bearing estrogen for the week he was at this resort.
He’d started to pour another glass of whiskey when the doorknob rattled and a
sound like someone fiddling with the lock caught his attention.
Great. Housekeeping. They could bring more whiskey. He threw open the door,
ready to tell the maid to keep the liquor cabinet stocked.
The woman standing there was no maid. He didn’t know if she was part of the
amenities of Paradise Resort or not, but she sure beat the hell out of a gift basket.
No gift basket had ever made his cock twitch.
Her generous mouth hung open in surprise. He waited for her to speak.
Nothing. Not that it was a problem. He’d be perfectly happy to while away a few
minutes staring at the curly blond hair piled on top of her head, those cute wire
rimmed glasses that couldn’t hide her sea green eyes, and watch her lick her lips with
a tongue that already had his mind whirling in thoughts of sex and sweat.
Sex. Too bad Ginny had backed out at the last minute. Fucking fashion models! So
skinny her hip bones stabbed him when they fucked. So he’d just spend time doing
research on his next book. Too bad he wouldn’t have the live, female version of
research to help him on his way. Not a girlfriend, not a woman he actually had to pay
attention to. Just a fucking partner. No strings attached.
Like the one standing in front of him. Beautiful face and expressive eyes, but she
wasn’t really his type. Too bookish and her clothes fit too loose. And she was
possibly mute.
“Can I help you?” he finally asked.
“I . . . uh, I. . .” She shuffled back and forth, her arms laden with what looked like a
huge backpack. Dressed in linen pants and a loose blouse, she surely couldn’t be
hotel staff. He tilted his head sideways, trying to imagine what kind of body she hid
 
under those clothes.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
“I don’t think so. This is room ten, right?”
Michael scanned the door. “That’s what it says.”
“Then, um, I think there’s been some mix-up.”
“Why?”
“Because this is my room.”
He laughed. “No, this is my room.”
“I have a key,” she said, holding out the white plastic thing that hotels nowadays
insisted on using. He missed regular keys.
“I can see that. But this is still my room.”
She blew a stray curl off her face. “Could I put this stuff down for a minute? These
bags are heavy.”
“Sure.” He grabbed for the bag and almost dropped it to the ground. “Jesus, what
do you have in this thing? Rocks?”
“No,” she said, rolling her shoulders now that the weight had been lifted from them.
“They’re my books.”
Paradise Resort offered every erotic amenity, and the woman brought books?
Interesting. Then again, he’d brought his laptop, but that was because this was more
or less a research trip for his next book – he wasn’t here to indulge in the sexual
amenities the resort provided.
Correction – he had planned to indulge in sex with Ginny, before she conveniently
remembered that she had a shoot booked in Bali this week. More likely she was
bored having him as her boy-toy-du-jour and had already found another stud to
satisfy her. Fine with him. He was getting a bit bored with her anyway.
“Come on in,” he said, “and we’ll get this figured out.”
She peered in, before gingerly stepping a few inches inside the door. He stifled a
laugh at her timidity. She sure didn’t fit the mold of what he was led to believe were
the usual type of guests here. Bold, adventurous, forward – those were the types of
people he expected to see this week. This one looked like a librarian. A librarian with
 
a sexy mouth.
“Thanks. I don’t know what’s happened, but I’m sure the resort can figure it out.”
She was nervous, her eyes darting every which way.
“Relax. I’ll call downstairs and have the manager find you another room. Take a
look around if you want.”
She nodded and headed toward the balcony overlooking the water. The ocean
breeze whipped at her hair, blond tresses flying every which way.
Holy shit! She had some body hidden under those clothes. He almost dropped the
phone when the wind pressed her blouse against generous, full breasts. Straining
nipples appeared ready to poke through the silky blouse. Hips made for a man’s
hands swelled against her pants.
Fuck. It had been too damn long since he’d been with a woman. Damn Ginny and
her globe trotting trips. Ah, hell, it was over between them anyway. The sex had
been fun, but the girl was the biggest airhead. And once he got out of bed, it would
be nice to have an intelligent conversation with a woman.
He’d yet to find one who could satisfy both his sexual and intellectual appetites.
That hadn’t happened since he’d been with Mari. He thought he’d found everything
with her. What he’d ended up with was a one way ticket to misery and divorce.
Never again. Women were for fucking and fun. Not forever.
The woman on his balcony had double Ds written all over her. And not just her
breasts – she was desirable , which made her dangerous to him.
He quickly dialed the manager, hoping to get “Double D” out of his suite as quickly
as possible.
Serena Graham stared at the man on the phone, her heart racing. She’d almost
dropped her bundles when he’d opened the door. First, he’d scared her to death
because she hadn’t expected anyone to be in her room. And second, he was an
Adonis. Dark hair fell in unruly waves against the back of his neck like that movie
star she drooled over all the time. He even had the same intense blue eyes, the kind
that pierce right through you as if they can see inside your thoughts. Hopefully this
man didn’t have a mind connection to her—she’d die if he knew how she admired
him.
Too bad she wasn’t gutsy enough to ask him to help her.
“Bad news,” he said after he hung up the phone.
She turned and watched him walk towards her. “Bad news?”
 
“They double booked this room. And the hotel is full for the week.”
This could not be happening to her. She’d scrimped and saved part of her salary
for over a year, bound and determined to grab some sexual excitement for once in
her life. She’d read up on all the hedonistic resorts, and Paradise was the best.
Unfortunately, it was also the only resort on this small island. She wasn’t even sure
she could get a flight back to the mainland today. What was she supposed to do?
Sleep at the little airstrip until the next plane arrived?
“I see.” Despair filled her. She sank into one of the cushioned chairs and buried her
head in her hands. “Give me a minute and I’ll get out of your way.”
He studied her and seemed to be considering something. Probably how quickly he
could get her out of his room.
She wasn’t a sex siren. She wasn’t the type of girl men fell over themselves to get
close to. This whole trip was going to be a disaster. What had she been thinking?
That she’d suddenly transform the minute she stepped onto the island?
Professor Serena Graham from a small Midwestern college was way out of her
league with movie-star-man. Changing her clothes and putting on a front of sexual
experience wasn’t going to fly. Her inexperience would quickly trip her up.
What a mess. Maybe she should just give up and grab the next plane home.
“You don’t have to leave, you know.”
She raised her head, not sure she’d heard him right. “Excuse me?”
“I have an idea.”
“An idea?”
“Are you meeting someone here at the resort?”
“Me?” Her eyes widened. “No. I came alone.”
“Then you can stay here with me.”
He was joking, right? She looked at him, all of him, from his wide shoulders and
slim waist to the muscular thighs straining against his shorts. He was way more man
than she knew how to handle.
But wait. Isn’t that what she wanted? Someone to touch her in a way she’d never
been touched before? Someone to throw her down and fuck her the way she’d been
 
dying to be fucked? She wanted adventure, fantasy and hot, unbridled sex. Why not
with this guy?
No, stupid idea. Very stupid. “Oh, I couldn’t.”
“Why not? This suite has two bedrooms. I won’t get in your way if you don’t get in
mine. Think of us as roommates.”
Roommates. A thought sailed through her mind, but she quickly brushed it away.
Having anonymous sex was one thing. Having it with someone she’d be sharing a
room with for a week was another matter entirely. Then again, at least she’d have a
place to stay. And most of the “activities” occurred in the specialized rooms, not in
the resort’s bedrooms. At least that’s what the brochure had said.
“If you’re sure you don’t mind?”
His gaze seemed to penetrate her clothes, making her feel like she was sitting there
naked instead of completely covered.
“I don’t mind at all.”
Deep and husky, his voice stabbed at her middle, heat and liquid desire pooling
together and making her squirm. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Then again, maybe it was. “Thanks. I’ll do it.”
“Michael,” he said holding out his hand.
She stood. “Serena.” His warm hand sent little electric shocks through her. Funny,
that had never happened before when she’d shaken any guy’s hand. Her body
trembled, her pussy tingled and flared to life as if to scream out, “This one! Choose
this one!” He was dangerous and sexy and made her feel dangerous and sexy, too.
He’d be the kind of man who’d take whatever he wanted from a woman. Fire her up
and make her burn for him. Make her scream his name when she reached the
pinnacle, then beg him for more.
C’mon Serena. This isn’t a movie. The good looking guy isn’t going to pick you
out of a crowd and make your dreams come true. And he sure as hell isn’t going to
make you come until you scream .
The only way she was going to get some hot and heavy action was to do it herself,
just like always. It wasn’t like she was inexperienced in these matters. She just didn’t
get the right guys. She got the losers. The ones who couldn’t find their way to her
pussy without a road map, and once there hadn’t a clue what to do with it.
 

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