as he resumes his
place at the table.
“Used to it?”
“The money,” he says rolling his eyes.
Oh, Fifty, maybe with time. I push the small dish of salted almonds and
cashews toward him.
“Your nuts, sir,” I say with as straight a face as I can manage, trying to bring
some humor to our conversation after my dark thoughts and my bikini top
faux pas.
He smirks. “I’m nuts about you.” He takes an almond, his eyes sparkling with
wicked humor as he enjoys my little joke. He licks his lips. “Drink up. We’re
going to bed.”
What?
“Drink,” he mouths at me, his eyes darkening.
Oh my, the look he gives me could be solely responsible for global warming. I
pick up my gin and drain the glass, not taking my eyes off him. His mouth
drops open, and I glimpse the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He smiles
lewdly at me. In one fluid move, he gets up and bends over me, resting his
hands on the arms of my chair.
“I’m going to make an example of you. Come. Don’t pee,” he whispers in my
ear.
I gasp. Don’t pee? How rude. My subconscious looks up from her book—
The Complete works of Charles Dickens, Vol. 1—with alarm.
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“It’s not what you think.” Christian smirks, holding his hand out to me. “Trust
me.” He looks so sexy and genial. How can I resist?
“Okay.” I place my hand in his, because quite simply, I’d trust him with my life.
What has he got planned? My heart starts pounding in anticipation.
He leads me across the deck and through the doors into the plush, beautifully
appointed main salon, along a narrow corridor, through the dining room, and
down the stairs to the main master cabin. The cabin has been cleaned since
this morning and the bed made. It’s a lovely room. With two portholes on both
the starboard and port sides, it’s elegantly decorated in dark walnut furniture
with cream walls and soft furnishings in gold and red.
Christian releases my hand, pulls his T-shirt off over his head, and tosses it
onto a chair. He steps out of his flip-flops and removes
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