FORTY-SIX
Gaia wanted to run back to Jay's house and tell him the good news, but she remembered what he'd said earlier: not to come back until she'd read those books, and was ready to try something kinky.
Was there even a jar of Nutella or peanut butter on the island? Even if there was, she wouldn't have the faintest idea where one put it to arouse someone.
Gaia sighed. After all, she'd watched all those awful adult movies, and learned nothing. Surely just reading a romance book couldn't be too bad. It's not like anyone would notice while she stayed in the privacy of her villa.
She unwrapped the books again, this time pulling all three volumes out. The covers looked innocuous enough – a tie, a carnival mask and a key. Not a jar of spread in sight.
A flash of pink caught her eye an
