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I
wanted to hold down this job. I needed to. It was too good an opportunity to
screw up with sex, and things like this never ended well. I had to be
responsible. I had to cool things down.
I
lowered my eyes, looking anywhere but into that piercing hazel gaze.
“I’m
sorry. I... I shouldn’t be doing this.”
He
tipped my chin up with his finger, making me meet his eyes. His brow furrowed
as he gazed at me.
“Did
I do something wrong?”
“No,
it’s just... you’re my boss now...”
He
stared at me for a long, tense moment, and then backed away, letting me close
my legs and pull my skirt down.
“Of
course,” he said. “No, you’re right.”
I
buttoned up, hating the tension now filling the room like a palpable haze. The
rain still beat down outside, the wind and hail rattling on the deck. Without a
word, Gavin stirred the pot, then handed me two plates and some cutlery.
“Do
you mind? The dining room’s just through there.” He gestured with his chin as
he moved to the rice cooker with a wooden spoon.
His
voice was cold now, the huskiness from just moments before gone like it had
never existed; his body language rigid and distant.
I
nodded and hurried out of the kitchen.
***
Gavin
As
I watched her walk away, her hips swaying as she left the room, I groaned. I
reached down and adjusted myself, my erection still painfully hard against my
slacks.
God,
but that woman made me crazy. I’d lost my head, drinking in her scent as she
stood so close, her breasts straining against the silk fabric of her blouse...
I’d almost made love to her on the kitchen island, for fuck’s sake!
No
wonder she’d pushed me away. I was acting like a boor. But when I thought about
her soft lips on mine, and the way she’d cried out as she shuddered in my arms,
it was hard to think about anything else besides what it would be like to have
her. To bed her. To sheath myself inside of her and feel her cumming around me.
I
slammed my hand down on the counter in frustration, then went back to spooning
rice into the serving dish. It had been a long time since any woman had turned
my head. Too long, if you listened to my brother’s nagging. But I couldn’t
jeopardize a working relationship with Aolani. The business’ success depended
on this new campaign, and she was exactly the kind of shake up our image
needed. A lush, beautiful woman gracing the glossy ads aboard our yachts,
beckoning the wealthy clients to choose us over any other brand. To imagine
themselves living the good life with a knock out like her on their arm.
I
needed to be professional. Hell, I just needed to stop thinking with my dick.
Thunder
boomed overhead as I carried the dishes into the dining room. If this storm
didn’t let up soon, she’d have to stay the night.
We
ate in painful silence for a few minutes, the scraping of forks over china
driving me to distraction. I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and poured her
a glass, hoping to ease some of the tension. My eyes kept wandering down to a
small tear in her blouse where I’d ripped the buttonhole in my hurry. I’d have
to reimburse her for that. Shame welled up inside of me, remembering how I’d
acted, how I’d practically torn her clothes off just hours after she’d agreed
to work for me.
This
wasn’t like me. What on earth had come over me, and why didn’t I have better
sense when I was around her?
“This
is delicious,” she said, breaking the silence. “Where’d you learn how to cook
like this?” Her full lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “Or do men like you
have personal chefs?”
I
chuckled and took a sip of the wine. “My brother and I were taught by an old
friend of the family.”
Fiona
, I thought. Her name in my mind still brought that pang of
regret every time, even after all these years.
“She
was brilliant in the kitchen, and we were desperate to learn. My mother’s
cooking was... eh... well, she preferred traditional Scottish fare, if that
gives you any inkling. Let’s just say I’ve eaten more than my fair share of
sheep’s stomach.”
Aolani
laughed and tasted her wine. “Well, that explains that. It sounds like you
learned in self defense.”
“Precisely,”
I said.
I
could still remember the way Fi’s hands moved so nimbly when she was dressing
the chicken, her paring knife darting back and forth like a rapier. The way the
sunlight through the kitchen window danced over the copper in her hair as she
moved.
“I
should learn to cook,” Aolani said, bringing my mind back from the highlands to
this table, where it belonged. “Whenever I visit home, my cousin has nothing to
eat but Spam musubi.”
“Spam
mu--?”
“Musubi.
A slice of fried spam on top of a block of rice, like sushi. I keep telling
her, if you mold your sushi rice into shape using a Spam tin, you’re doing
something very, very wrong.”
I
laughed then, imagining her in a kitchen full of frying Spam, trying to talk
her sister into ordering in. It felt good to laugh with her, and even better to
look into those dark eyes of hers and see them shining, full of mirth instead
of doubt.
Thunder
crashed again, making the dishes rattle.
“Aolani...
I think you should stay here tonight. It’s not safe to drive, and it doesn’t
sound like this is letting up any time soon.”
She
sucked on her lower lip, listening to the gail outside. “I... I suppose. But, I
don’t want to be a bother.”
“I
have four bedrooms on this yacht,” I said, smirking. “You won’t exactly be a
burden, my dear. Come on. I’ll show you to the guest suite, and let you get
settled while I clear up.”
I
placed my hand on her lower back as I guided her through the hallway. Her
warmth coupled with the smooth curve of her lower back as it met that glorious
arse made my cock stir again. I cleared my throat and opened the door across
from my own room.
“Here
you are. The bathroom is just here, through this door, and linens are in the
closet.” I glanced down at her business attire. “I have some extra pajamas in
the walk in and t-shirts in the walk in. Please, make yourself comfortable with
any of them.”
“Thank
you, Gavin,” she said, pausing in the doorway and looking back at me. “For
everything.”
A
moment passed between us then, unspoken words hanging in the air. I opened my
mouth, then closed it again, biting back the words struggling to escape.
I’m sorry.
Stay with me tonight.
Leave, before we both do something
stupid.
Finally,
she nodded and moved into the room.
“Good
night.”
***
Lying
in bed, bathed in the moonlight shining through the porthole, I thought of her,
mere feet away, sleeping in the next room.
Did
she sleep naked like I did? Her body caressing the satin sheets? Was she awake,
thinking of me? Would she run her hands over the swells of her breasts, imagining
I was there with her, touching her, worshipping her body with my own?
I
reached down and wrapped my fist around my cock, stroking it slowly. I knew I
shouldn’t think of her like this, shouldn’t want her, but I couldn’t help but
imagine her coming into my room and slowly lowering her robe to the ground,
letting me see every inch of her for the first time.
Would
she straddle me? Press her hot thighs against mine before taking me deep inside
of her? Or would she brush her hair over one shoulder and grin before wrapping
her lips around my shaft?
My
grip grew harder, my breath coming faster as I stroked myself, imagining her
warm, wet mouth sliding over me, teasing and sucking. I grunted, imagining her
breasts brushing my thighs, her taut nipples dark in the moonlight.
My
abs clenched, and I shuddered as I came, my body releasing its tension, all of
its frustrated wanting into my hand. But even as I tried to calm myself and
push her from my mind, her name was on my lips.
“Aolani.”
I
was in serious trouble, and there was nothing I could do about it.
It
was going to be one interesting journey.
***
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At His Service
I rapped on the mahogany door at the end of the
executive wing, and tried to steady my breathing.
“Come in.”
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered, and entered the
office, trying to hold my chin high.
Mr. Drake looked up at me, his green eyes intense,
but the emotion behind them unreadable. Was he angry with me? Had I embarassed
him somehow? I was so inexperienced, I was positive it wasn’t good.
“Ms. Willcox, come here.”
I smoothed my hands over my skirt and took a few
steps toward the chairs in front of his desk.
“Did I say you could sit there? Come here. To me.”
I paused, shifting uncomfortably on my feet.
“Are you deaf? I said come
here
.”