Sex on Flamingo Beach by Marcia King-Gamble Page B

broached the uncomfortable subject. “Uh, what about sleeping accommodations?”
    â€œWhat about them?”
    â€œAre we getting separate rooms?”
    â€œOnly if you insist.”
    She chuckled nervously. “I insist. You said this was an opportunity for us to get to know each other better. We can’t really do that if we’re sharing a bed.”
    Rowan’s hearty laughter resounded in her ear. “If it makes you more comfortable you can have your own room at the Hibiscus Inn. But personally I think it’s wasted money.”
    â€œWhy’s that?”
    He laughed again. “Do you really have to ask? Before the weekend is over we’ll be sharing one bed.”
    â€œKeep dreaming, baby.”
    â€œIt’s all I do. Wide-awake or asleep I dream about you.”
    Emilie slammed down the phone. What nerve!
    She wouldn’t sleep with Rowan again…never.

Chapter 9
    â€œY es!” Rowan said out loud, pumping his arms in the air. “Yes.”
    â€œWas there something you wanted, Mr. James?” Blanca called from the outer office.
    â€œNo, no, just talking out loud.”
    He’d almost forgotten where he was. Emilie Woodward was finally coming around, at least he hoped so. He’d wear her down the coming weekend on Harbour Island when he pulled out all the stops.
    â€œTre Monroe’s on the phone,” Blanca now yelled. “You want me to tell him you’re busy talking to yourself?”
    â€œDon’t be a smart ass. Go ahead and put him through.”
    â€œHey, Tre, what’s up, guy?” Rowan asked when the radio broadcaster’s deep voice filled his ear.
    â€œStill trying to make a living, which is why I’m calling you. How do you feel about being on the D’dawg show?”
    â€œThat depends. If I’m coming on to get eaten alive, I’d say forget about it.”
    D’dawg’s show had built its reputation by being controversial. Rowan didn’t think Tre would intentionally set him up but one had to be careful.
    Tre explained about the panel he was putting together.
    â€œI’ll know more tonight after I put it out there and get the reaction from my audience.”
    â€œWho else is on this panel?” Rowan asked, his guard still up.
    Tre named the people he’d been thinking about contacting.
    â€œIf Emilie’s on board so am I,” Rowan added.
    â€œNow that’s a big surprise.” Tre was almost splitting a gut laughing. “You hear about this passion party being held at the resort tomorrow night? I’m going to tape it. Why don’t you drop by.”
    â€œWhat’s a passion party?”
    â€œAn excuse for women to buy sex toys and get silly.”
    â€œToys? You mean like fake phalluses, edible panties, that kind of thing?”
    â€œRight on, baby.”
    â€œYou must need an assistant to hold your mic.” Rowan laughed with Tre.
    â€œThere’s nothing to stop you from attending, bro. In fact during tonight’s broadcast I’m going to encourage the men to make a good show. If men aren’t allowed we’ll yell discrimination.”
    â€œOkay, okay, you convinced me. I’m in.”
    Rowan hung up thinking that tonight was a definite to listen to Tre’s radio broadcast. The popular late-night radio personality would be stirring things up and the residents of Flamingo Beach would be there right along with him.

    The next evening a long line of people waited to get into the Paradise Ballroom but the doors were still closed. Passion consultants had come in from nearby towns and the noise level as Emilie walked by was deafening. The crowd far surpassed what the hotel staff had expected. Keanu Dinkins, Joya’s boss, had already dispatched a crew to open the dividers and extend the room. What surprised Emilie was the number of men in line. She’d been under the impression it was supposed to be a gathering of primarily