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“I would,” Jace said. “That’s part of what makes it so powerful, I guess.”
Carlo nodded. “Our community offers that sensual experience in a safe, luxurious environment for men serious about BDSM. The guests and clients are willing to pay top dollar for our expertise and high level of service.”
“It definitely sounds intriguing,” Jace admitted. Especially given that I’m dead broke, he thought but didn’t add aloud. “So, where is this island, exactly?
“It’s in the Keys. A private island not far from Key Largo. Service contracts are generally for three months and can be renegotiated at the end of that time if all parties are in agreement.”
Jace was quiet as he pondered the possibilities. Living at some luxury resort and being paid to scene sounded like a pretty good gig, he had to admit, even if it only lasted a few months. Though he wasn’t a big fan of casual sex with strangers, he had no particular moral objection. The job sounded like a kind of extended vacation, with benefits. If the money was right, it would give him a chance to get back on his feet.
“You mentioned I would be paid, uh, handsomely?” Jace picked up his juice glass and took a sip while he waited for Carlo’s response, trying to assume a relaxed posture he didn’t feel. In fact Carlo’s offer was spinning like a whirligig through his brain, leaving a trail of hope and yearning in its wake. He only prayed it wasn’t too good to be true.
“You would receive seventy-five thousand dollars for the three-month term. Plus room and board and full access to all amenities on the island, of course.”
Jace choked on his juice. “What? Seventy-five thousand?” Shit, that was more than he earned in a year.
Carlo nodded, his perfect white teeth glinting against his tan skin as he smiled. “That’s right. You would receive twenty-five thousand in advance, so you can settle any affairs before arriving, and then the last fifty upon completion of the contract.”
What had sounded like a kind of fun vacation now sounded a whole lot more serious. That kind of money would put him way ahead of the game. He could buy a new truck, find a better place to live. He could get his general contractor license and go into business for himself. He searched Carlo’s face, looking for the catch. “That’s serious money.”
“It is. And we expect a serious commitment in return. Between the hours of eight a.m. and midnight you will be at the beck and call of all our clients and guests, which average about thirty at any given time, as well as the trainers and other staff who may choose to use you for training purposes, or just to amuse themselves. The club has a safeword recognized by everyone on the island. The word is shark. It’s to be used very judiciously, of course, but the word no will not exist in your vocabulary. It’s a lot of work, and I’m guessing, if you meet the basic hiring requirements and decide it’s for you, that you’ll be in high demand, Jace. You’re a very attractive man, but more than that, I saw the power and passion of your submission while you were on the stage tonight. That kind of genuine passion can’t be faked. You’re the real thing. That’s what we look for. It’s what makes our community unique.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say,” Jace breathed. “It sounds really cool, but really intense. I honestly don’t know if I have what it takes.”
“I understand. It’s a lot to process. I have a suggestion. Why don’t you come out to see what the community is all about? Spend a few days as our guest so you can get a sense of the place. Talk with staff, meet with Theon, immerse yourself in the lifestyle for a few days. Meanwhile, with your permission, we would do a background check on you for any convictions or outstanding warrants, that sort of thing, as well as have our on-staff physician examine you to make sure you’re in good health. If, at the end of the weekend, you and Theon agree you would be a good fit, you would sign a three-month contract, effective as soon as you’re available. How does that sound?”
Jace stood. “So, I’m just committing right now to come out for a few days and check things out, right?” Why not? What did he have to lose?
Carlo stood as well. “That’s right. Come see what the place is like, and we’ll go from there. I’ll just need your address so I can send my driver in the morning—say nine o’clock? We keep our yacht at Fisher Island Marina. We can head out first thing. Does that work for you?”
Jace nodded. “Yeah. That would work.” To think, he’d started the evening wondering where his next dime would come from, his heart still broken from Patrick’s betrayal. Now a whole new world was being offered to him on a silver platter, assuming it wasn’t just some scam. He searched Carlo’s face, looking deeply into those dark, kind eyes, and knew somehow he could trust him. In that moment, he made his decision.
He extended his hand, and Carlo took it in a firm grip. Jace grinned, feeling suddenly buoyant, as if a ten-ton weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As they shook, Jace experienced a sudden certain conviction that he was entering a new chapter in his life, as if everything leading up to this moment had just been the prologue to the real story.
If so, he was ready. Bring it on.
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