He let her down on her knees and bent to grab her case. She travelled light. He stored her case in his car.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Some place special.”
The some place special was a resort he’d invested in. He was driving them to the airport where Julian’s private jet was waiting. Asking his future brother-in-law for anything had been daunting. Julian wanted Heather to be happy, and if Amber was happy, Heather was happy. It made sense in Julian’s explanation whereas Elijah just got confused with all the names being used.
“I’m excited now.”
She sang along to the songs he got playing on the radio. He loved listening to her sing. Every now and then he’d turn to look at her before focusing back on the road.
“You keep staring, and I’m going to think something is wrong with me,” she said.
“Nothing is wrong with you, baby.”
Her eyes lit up when he got her into the airport. Julian’s jet was stored at the local airport. The guy must really earn something to be able to afford such extravagance.
During the whole trip he watched Amber’s excited face. She was really having fun with their time together.
“Okay, we’re up in the air, heading toward some fabulous place. Spill, Elijah. I never had you down as a romantic.”
“We’ve been dating for the last month and half, and you haven’t pegged me as the romantic type?” he asked.
“Good point. Come on, Elijah. Spill, I want to know where you’re taking me.”
Her hands were clasped together, and she was begging him.
“A couple of years ago I was approached in one of the other clubs I frequented about an idea for a secluded resort.”
“Like an island?” she asked.
“Yeah. He wanted to set up a resort where couples could go for the weekend or for a vacation and explore … stuff.”
She frowned at him. “Elijah Booth, are you taking me to a sex resort?” she asked.
“It’s a kind of sex resort.”
“What do you mean by kind of?”
He chuckled. The suspicion on her face and in the tone of her voice was incredibly cute. “It’s a sex resort that I helped invest in. This is why I’m not hurting for money, and I don’t really need a job.”
“You’ve got income from a sex resort?”
“It’s a resort that offers everything to everyone. One of my wealthy friends is a Dom and a sub. He’s a switch, but for so long he was undecided.” Elijah twirled a strand of her hair. “He came to me talking about people and couples exploring certain activities together.”
“It’s not always safe to go out hunting close to him,” she said.
“Yeah, so he asked if I’d be willing to offer my services for several weekends a year, and I do. He’s wealthy, and he didn’t need any help financially.”
“What’s the resort called?”
“Take Me Away. It’s incredibly lame, but my friend felt it had a lot of pull. Men and women experience that feeling of wanting to get away at times in their lives or in relationships.”
He stroked the back of her neck, loving the way she shivered against his fingers.
“I like the name. What do you offer?”
“I’ve never taken a sub or done anything sexual. I told Derrick I wouldn’t do that.”
“Derrick’s the guy who owns the resort?”
“Derrick Torres. He’s a good guy. We offer everything. There are special weekends for Dom/sub pairs, or for sadists, but they’re not as popular at the moment. We cater to more than one fantasy. Two or more men at a time for some women or more than one woman for the men. There are auctions where they have the chance to buy a willing slave. It’s all above board and consensual. Derrick has a psychologist and some medical staff in case of emergencies. He’s strict on security as well.”
“Okay, wow, I get it. The resort is above board, and we’re both safe.” She took his hand. “I trust you, Elijah. Do I need to be worried about what you’ve got planned for us?”
“No. We’re not joining in the fun. I’ve got a place near the ocean. It’s secluded and away from the resort. I own it, and I wanted you to see part of my life.”
“A weekend away for us both to be together without any trouble?”
“Yeah.”
She settled her head against his chest. “I love you.”
“Baby, words can’t describe how much I love you.”
The rest of the plane ride to the resort went by without a hitch. Amber fell asleep with her head on his lap. He stroked through her red curls, staring out of the window across from him. This weekend was about more than getting them to spend time together. He hoped to rekindle their life with him as the Dominant and her as his submissive. Elijah missed their time together and the intensity of their relationship within that world.