Breaking Free (Invitation to Eden) by Cathryn Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

she admired his well-built body, her skin flushed hot.
    With the air around them charging, sexual energy zinging between them all, she set her cup down and tried for casual. “I’m Janey,” she said. The waiter came with more coffee, and they went quiet as he filled their cups. As soon as he left, Alaska leaned into Jack, deciding to get right to the point. “Last night,” she began, wondering how she could ask about the mysterious club without sounding like she was certifiable. “The night club—”
    “Yeah, thanks for that,” Jack said, his sexy grin widening.
    Her brow furrowed, and she straightened in her seat. “What do you mean?”
    “It was a great scene,” Blair said, tapping his temple. “I like the way you think.”
    What the hell? They were acting like it was she who’d arranged the scene.
    “I...” she began again. “I went looking for the club this morning, and...um...it wasn’t there.” When both men looked at her like she was dense, she fidgeted nervously in her chair. “What?” she asked.
    From her peripheral vision, she spotted the Master walking through the breakfast area. Even though she still couldn’t make out his face, she knew it was him by the dark suit and the way he carried himself. She was about to jump up, to demand answers—after all, he was the one who’d pointed the club out to her—when Jack’s hand came down on her shoulder. His dark eyes narrowed when he asked, “You do know what this place is, right?”
    “Eden,” she answered, thinking about the invitation. “A vacation island.”
    “Yes, but it’s more than that.”
    “More than that?” she asked nervously.
    “Jesus, you really don’t know, do you?”
    “Know what?”
    “Who gave you the invitation?” Blair asked.
    “I won it. It was on a campus radio contest.”
    The two guys exchanged a look, and her head bobbed back and forth, trying to figure out what it was she was missing.
    What do they know that I don’t?
    Jack leaned back in his chair, his leg brushing hers under the table. “It’s a place where reality is whatever you wish it to be. Surely you were told that.”
    She lowered her voice, and her breath came shallow when she said, “I don’t understand.”
    Blair nudged closer. “Last night happened because it’s what you wanted to happen, Janey.” He put his hand over hers, and warmth surged through her veins. “The scene was from your fantasies.”
    She gulped and shook her head as her body tightened with erotic memories. “No way.” If the scene was from her imagination, then she had no doubt that Jesse would have taken the starring role. “I didn’t even know those men.”
    “You pick the scene, not the cast,” Jack said.
    Okay, so there was no denying that she’d fantasized about being tied up and pleasured, but last night’s scene was way over the top—beyond even her wildest imagination. “You guys are just messing with me.”
    Blair arched a brow, and his thick muscles shifted as he moved even closer, the warm scent of his skin washing over her. “What’s strange is that this wasn’t explained to you. The person who extended the invitation should have laid out the details.”
    “I told you. I won it.”
    Once again, the two guys exchanged a confused look.
    Her fingers tightened around her mug, and she went silent for a moment as she cast her eyes down in thought, trying to wrap her brain around what they were saying. “I still don’t believe any of this,” she murmured.
    “No?” Jack’s voice was rich, darkly seductive, when he said, “Then join us at dusk.”
    Her stomach tightened with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue as she met his eyes. “What happens at dusk?”
    “That’s up to you.”
    “Meet us at the dock and bring your bathing suit,” Blair said. “We’ll catch the party boat and go on an adventure.”
    “Party boat?” she asked, a shiver skipping down her spine. “What kind of adventure?”
    Blair’s grin widened, the promise in