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had faded. One of her favorite office fantasies had been where he had turned her bottom-up over his desk and spanked her because there was a typo in one of the letters she had typed for him. She sure wasn’t going to share that with anyone. It was far too embarrassing. Ha! Ms. Winthrop would be shocked to know the depth and frequency of my office fantasies .
    Natasha Romanova began making the rounds on the pool deck. She stopped by their lounge and said, “I have few openings for theme room reservations if any of you are interested. Mrs. Turner, we already have you and your husband down for three o’clock.”
    Drew turned to Ivorie and grinned. “What do you say, Ivorie? Want to give one of the theme rooms a spin?”
    Ivorie turned three shades of red and said, “Uh, whatever you want, Drew. I’ll leave it up to you.” She was mortified. Everyone certainly went in those rooms to have kinky sex. She didn’t know if she was excited or terrified.
    “Do you have any openings in the Medieval Bedchamber, Natasha?” When Natasha had consulted her list, he made arrangements for the theme room at five o’clock, complete with costumes, champagne, and a tray of hors d’oeuvres. He rolled over toward Ivorie, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Don’t look so scared. I promise you’ll love it. And if you don’t, we’ll stop.”
    She looked into his eyes, saw the sincerity there, and smiled back. “Okay, I’m willing to give it a try.”
    Chris Turner joined them at the pool, and they all had lunch together. Ivorie was glad to see that Drew and Chris apparently got along, shared a similar sense of humor, and had a lot to talk about. Sense of humor? Drew Blessingame? She wouldn’t have believed it a few days ago. After lunch, Drew swam laps against the current in the endless pool, and then they spent some time in the hot tub just relaxing and telling jokes until the Turners left at three o’clock for their theme room reservation.
    At four thirty Drew pulled her off the lounge and said, “Time to get showered and go to the theme room. Are you ready? Do you still want to give it a try?”
    “In for a penny, in for a pound I guess. Let’s see what it’s all about.”

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Drew took Ivorie’s hand and led her down the corridor on the third deck where the theme rooms and dungeon were located. He slid the security card through the card reader and opened the door. He could see by the shocked look on Ivorie’s face that she hadn’t known what to expect, but that the reality was far more than her wildest imagination.
    The Medieval Bedchamber theme room was fashioned after the one at Le Club Beaudelaire—New Orleans to which Jamie Devereau belonged. Drew had been a guest there on many memorable occasions. It was sumptuous in the extreme. On one side of the room there was an enormous, carved four-poster bed covered in dark-blue-and-gold tapestry hangings and bed coverings. On the other side were the usual BDSM pieces of equipment including a scaled down St. Andrew’s Cross, a padded leather spanking bench, and a complement of hanging chains and restraints. There was an ornate, carved mahogany armoire in the corner that Drew knew contained the necessary supplies such as floggers, crops, paddles, nipple clamps, lube, cuffs, condoms, and a multitude of other erotic items.
    Across the foot of the bed, the steward had placed their costumes. Drew smiled as he watched Ivorie’s eyes pop wide open when she saw the elaborate blue satin-and-lace gown and accessories. Although the wardrobe department on the boat was more limited than the one at Le Club, no expense had been spared in making the costumes versatile and beautiful. Drew’s outfit was comprised of an elaborate black leather vest encrusted with jewels that he would wear over his own tight, black leather pants and tall boots. The champagne and tray of hors d’oeuvres he had ordered were on the ornate dresser across from the bed. This was going to be fun.