she mean Eden would figure it out? She thought Eden was the island not a person. She shrugged and turned away. It didn't matter. She needed a shower and a bed. That's all she really cared about now. Whatever happened after that, she'd deal.
Another woman greeted her at the end of the dock, loaded her bags onto the cart and off they went. This employee however was not chatty. Other than her obviously scripted welcome message she had little to say. Soft music played from the cart radio and they made the trip to the mansion in mostly silence. For the first time in several hours, Bonnie felt some of her muscles relax. She'd been in overload mode since finding out about this surprise trip Gabe had sprung on her, and now that she was back on firm terra forma, she was ready for this vacation she'd been promised. All she needed was a hot bath, a good book and about seven hours of sleep.
"We're here."
Bonnie roused herself from her thoughts and looked at the small cottage sitting in front of them. "But I thought—" She turned in the seat and saw the mansion now loomed behind them. She'd been so absorbed in her own thoughts, she'd not even realized they were bypassing the main house.
"Don't worry, ma'am. You'll find our cottages are as well thought out as any of the suites located in the castle. "The Master has left nothing off the list of possibilities and every guest’s stay will be more than they ever hoped for."
"The Master?" That certainly got her attention. Was this some sort of BDSM resort? That might have been the kind of information she would have liked to know in advance. Was this a working vacation for her? Damn Gabe and his cryptic note.
"Yes, the Master of the island is the creator of this spectacular haven. He is a man with incredible vision. I've never seen or worked anywhere like it. Trust me, you are going to love it here." The woman removed Bonnie's bags from the cart and pulled them behind her as she led Bonnie up the walkway to the front door. She entered a code at the door and then asked, "If you'll press your thumb to the screen here, you'll create your key-pass to the cottage and all other access doors on the island. Such as the main house, the gardens, the pool house and even the dungeon."
"The dungeon?"
"Yes, ma'am. This is a full service resort and you have access to anything and everything you'd like to do, including the activities at the dungeon."
After Bonnie touched her thumb to the pad, the attendant opened the door and walked inside. "For more complete information about the services available to you, be sure to check out the brochure on your dining table. If you think of something not on the list just let me know. You've had a long overnight trip, so I took the liberty of ordering you breakfast and anything else you need can be located in the master bathroom.
Bonnie perked up. Heck yeah. Shower. Finally.
“Thank you.”
“Here is my card. I will be your personal concierge for the duration of your stay. If any of our services interest you, please dial the number on the card from any of the house phones and I’ll take care of everything.”
Bonnie took the offered business card with the Eden logo and the name Michelle printed below it. “Wow. Okay. All I can think of right now is a bath and some sleep.”
“Of course. Let me get that started for you.” The woman disappeared into another room before Bonnie could stop her, leaving her standing alone in the magnificent space. The floor to ceiling windows to her left beckoned her and Bonnie walked over to them. The cottage sat on top of a small bluff, with the ocean not far below it. From this vantage point the water was breathtakingly blue and the sand looked like a soft fluffy white blanket she longed to walk on with bare feet. This was only the second time in her life she’d seen the ocean and she wanted to explore. Maybe later, after she’d recovered from her trip. With the position of the sun, she realized this view faced west and
Another woman greeted her at the end of the dock, loaded her bags onto the cart and off they went. This employee however was not chatty. Other than her obviously scripted welcome message she had little to say. Soft music played from the cart radio and they made the trip to the mansion in mostly silence. For the first time in several hours, Bonnie felt some of her muscles relax. She'd been in overload mode since finding out about this surprise trip Gabe had sprung on her, and now that she was back on firm terra forma, she was ready for this vacation she'd been promised. All she needed was a hot bath, a good book and about seven hours of sleep.
"We're here."
Bonnie roused herself from her thoughts and looked at the small cottage sitting in front of them. "But I thought—" She turned in the seat and saw the mansion now loomed behind them. She'd been so absorbed in her own thoughts, she'd not even realized they were bypassing the main house.
"Don't worry, ma'am. You'll find our cottages are as well thought out as any of the suites located in the castle. "The Master has left nothing off the list of possibilities and every guest’s stay will be more than they ever hoped for."
"The Master?" That certainly got her attention. Was this some sort of BDSM resort? That might have been the kind of information she would have liked to know in advance. Was this a working vacation for her? Damn Gabe and his cryptic note.
"Yes, the Master of the island is the creator of this spectacular haven. He is a man with incredible vision. I've never seen or worked anywhere like it. Trust me, you are going to love it here." The woman removed Bonnie's bags from the cart and pulled them behind her as she led Bonnie up the walkway to the front door. She entered a code at the door and then asked, "If you'll press your thumb to the screen here, you'll create your key-pass to the cottage and all other access doors on the island. Such as the main house, the gardens, the pool house and even the dungeon."
"The dungeon?"
"Yes, ma'am. This is a full service resort and you have access to anything and everything you'd like to do, including the activities at the dungeon."
After Bonnie touched her thumb to the pad, the attendant opened the door and walked inside. "For more complete information about the services available to you, be sure to check out the brochure on your dining table. If you think of something not on the list just let me know. You've had a long overnight trip, so I took the liberty of ordering you breakfast and anything else you need can be located in the master bathroom.
Bonnie perked up. Heck yeah. Shower. Finally.
“Thank you.”
“Here is my card. I will be your personal concierge for the duration of your stay. If any of our services interest you, please dial the number on the card from any of the house phones and I’ll take care of everything.”
Bonnie took the offered business card with the Eden logo and the name Michelle printed below it. “Wow. Okay. All I can think of right now is a bath and some sleep.”
“Of course. Let me get that started for you.” The woman disappeared into another room before Bonnie could stop her, leaving her standing alone in the magnificent space. The floor to ceiling windows to her left beckoned her and Bonnie walked over to them. The cottage sat on top of a small bluff, with the ocean not far below it. From this vantage point the water was breathtakingly blue and the sand looked like a soft fluffy white blanket she longed to walk on with bare feet. This was only the second time in her life she’d seen the ocean and she wanted to explore. Maybe later, after she’d recovered from her trip. With the position of the sun, she realized this view faced west and
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