Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

is Dr. Trent Redding, thoracic surgeon at Pinewood Medical Center in Gainesville—a Nordic god who just happens to be extremely handsome, sexy, and charming?” Paula gasped in delight. “I’ve seen him at several of the hospital charity events. I think he was in one of those bachelor auctions last year.” Those melting, chocolate-brown eyes, that wavy, blond hair, and that fabulous body. Yum! I’d sure bid on him!
    “I don’t know that I would call this a ‘date.’ It’s feeling more like coercion to me,” Calleigh replied.
    “Not to me! This is fascinating. What a place, what an experience. It’s like a spa or five-star hotel.”
    “We’ll see if you still say that in the car on Sunday night,” Calleigh said with a note of trepidation in her voice. “Jason has a court appearance this afternoon, and Trent said we should just go out to the pool and relax until it’s time for dinner.” A half hour later, both girls were settled on wicker chaises around the black-bottom swimming pool, mojitos in their hands. The infamous peacocks were strutting around the pool, tails on full display.
    “This is really beautiful. You did a marvelous job on this place, Calleigh! You should really be proud.”
    “Thanks. I was thrilled when we drove through the gate and I saw the gardens for the first time and how well the whole project came together. You know, I hadn’t seen it since the end of construction when I signed off on my Architect’s Certificate. Too bad few people will ever see it. It certainly is not going to be on the cover of Ocala Country Life or Florida Today ! I can see the headline, ‘Tour a Central Florida BDSM Club.’”
    The only other person at the pool was a stunning redhead stretched out on one of the wicker chaise lounges. “Excuse me, girls. My name is Roberta Hamilton. My husband is one of the members, so I am familiar with the project. Did you say that you are the architect who designed Le Club?” she asked. She rolled over to pick up her margarita. “You did a fabulous job, my dear.”
    “Oh my, Mrs. Hamilton, you have a terrible sunburn,” Calleigh remarked.
    “Oh, honey, that’s not a sunburn!” She giggled. “Call me Robbie.”
    Calleigh blushed. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    “No problem. I take it you are both ‘newbies.’” She smiled. “I would be happy to answer any questions or concerns you might have. My husband and I are celebrating our twentieth anniversary this weekend. We usually come here once a month just to get away without being too far away, if you know what I mean. We have two teenagers at home, and you know how that can curtail any private life you might hope to have!” said the beautiful, fortyish woman with long red hair plaited in a French braid, green eyes, and a warm sprinkling of freckles.
    “Actually, this is our first visit here, and I am not sure it won’t be our last,” Calleigh said. “This is all really different. I don’t think I could live with this twenty-four-seven.”
    “I will just tell you to relax and enjoy the experience. If it’s not for you, then at least you will have something to tell your grandchildren…or maybe not!” She chuckled. “BDSM and this club are partly responsible for the wonderful marriage Mike and I have. If we didn’t have this getaway, I don’t know how we would relieve the stress. We don’t practice the Lifestyle at home. As I said, we have two teenage kids, their pets, all of their friends, the household staff, the farmhands, jockeys, trainers, exercise riders, veterinarians, farm manager, etcetera, coming and going at all hours. A lot of the staff live on the farm in staff housing. A stud farm and thoroughbred training facility operate twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five from before sunrise until nightfall, or later during foaling season.”
    “Sounds like a busy life,” Paula said. “What’s the name of your farm?”
    “Eden Creek Farm off Route 326 in the northwest