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want to be with them as well.
    Simple. They’d just have to convince her. How hard could that be? After all, there were three of them and only one of her.

Chapter Two

    Kenz had enjoyed her second day out with the men, but she was starting to question their plans. This was the second night she’d been returned to her room in time for a shower before dinner, yet the meal had been brought to her room and she’d eaten alone. Last night she’d spent the night alone, and seen no one and done nothing until her breakfast had been brought to her room at seven, and then the men had come for her at eight.
    She’d loved seeing the island. It was a truly beautiful place. It’d even been fun to learn to paddle a kayak, not that she expected to ever need that skill again in her life. But it was something new and something she could tell people about when she returned to work.
    However, she’d come here for the BDSM. She wanted to learn all about bondage and submission. She thought she might be a true submissive—that once a Dom wrestled the control away from her, she’d relax and be truly content at last. Kenz was sure that a real Dom would inspire her trust and that she’d be perfectly happy to leave him to plan their bedroom lives forever more. She longed to feel the punishment that would excite her into release. A dildo did the job, but it wasn’t anything special, and it wasn’t as though handsome men were lining up at her bedroom door. Hell, they didn’t even appear at her office door.
    People in call centers tended to be kids fresh out of school, immigrants who might be very smart but whose skills weren’t recognized yet and who were doing the job until they could break into their chosen field, or older people who were no longer interested in hard physical labor and who liked a job where they were sitting down all day. Not to mention that 80 percent of the staff were women.
    Colter, Declan, and Asher were damn fine-looking men, made her pulses pound and her body sit up and take notice. Not that the feeling seemed to be mutual. It was almost as if they couldn’t wait to dump her in her cottage and go off and enjoy their real lives, whatever that might be.
    Kenz stared at the door. It locked behind them when they left and couldn’t be opened from her side without a key. She moved right up close to it, checking the hinges and the lock, and then she opened the closet and took out her purse. She located a couple of long hairpins and a credit card and then said, “I hope I can remember how to do this.”
    Very gently she inserted the hairpins in the lock, noticing where they caught against the notches and bending them slightly to move more freely. The credit card she inserted between the door and the wall, trying to push the catch open.
    She closed her eyes, and in her head, her father’s voice was as clear as if he were standing beside her. “Feel it, Mac. Don’t force it. Feel it. Work with it. The lock will tell you what to do. All you need to do is listen.”
    Her dad had been the only person to call her Mac. Everyone else had called her Kenzie when she was little and Kenz as she grew older. But her dad had called her Mac until the day he’d died.
    When the lock clicked open she could imagine his smile. As well as how to pick locks, he’d taught her how to fight dirty and how to defeat an attacker much bigger and stronger than she was. The very first time she’d thrown him over her shoulder she’d been terrified she’d hurt him, but as soon as he’d stopped coughing and gasping, he’d been as pleased as the day she’d been accepted into the school she’d hated.
    Kenz kicked off her shoe and put it between the door and the door jamb to keep the door ajar, and then grabbed her purse again, riffling through it until she found her duct tape. Carefully she taped the lock open, making sure the duct tape didn’t show from the outside, and checked it twice. Even so, she tucked the hairpins into her hair and slid