Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“I’m sure you would like to see a specific one—orca that is,” Devon shamelessly laughs in my face. “The good news is that he wants to see you too… I’d bet on it.”
“He? Are we still talking about orcas that hunt baby seals in the ocean?” I grumble. I’m anxious to talk to him after last night and the longer I talk to Devon the more I’m ready to bolt.
“I’m talking about an alpha apex predator that hunts on land and sea,” he shrugs devilishly. “What’s wrong with a little adventure?”
If only we knew what kind of adventure…
Contracts? Inexplicably insane sexual tension? Jumping right into a fire with a guy who needs me to sign my life away?
“What, indeed.”
Two hours.
That’s all it takes for my life to completely change. I completely change course within the span of those two hours. Before I know it, I’m on Stetson’s mega yacht, and there’s no turning back. Absolutely no exit plan.
Oh, and I might have signed something too…
As we’re led through this yacht of his that I really have no words for because it’s so huge—I try not to gawk. But it’s one of those gawk-able type of situations. His taste is exquisite. It’s understated, but luxurious—masculine opulence intermixed with major Christmas décor. I’m kind of surprised he’s embraced the holiday so completely. I wouldn’t take him for a decorating for the holiday’s kind of guy. But…
I like it.
And I’m definitely not mad there’s no exit plan.
One step at a time.
Towards the unknown.
“Are you singing Frozen?” Grace hisses under her breath.
“Shhh,” I hiss right back. “I’m having my own Disney moment.”
I wince–I mean if Disney showcased elicit, naked visuals, with me riding the white knight—not the white knight riding on a horse to rescue me from the evil witch.
Wow my visuals just got complicated.
Disney is so not rated PG in my brain anymore.
“You’re turning red again.” She whispers.
“Am I?” I touch my cheeks just as we’re led downstairs by Stetson’s crew.
“I wish we had embraced the holiday cheer like this,” Devon turns to Grace and frowns like he’s a kid who didn’t get the toy everyone else got in class.
“We have twinkling lights on the deck,” Grace shrugs. “I’ll figure it out next year. But I agree, this décor livens things up.”
It does. And it’s everywhere. No corner was overlooked. But it’s tasteful and feels cozy and just makes you want to sit under one of the Christmas trees (there are three that I’ve counted so far), drink eggnog and sing songs.
As we move through the yacht to join Stetson and Jayson, I can’t help but think how the boat feels like a mini floating hotel with all the rooms and sheer size. I think we even passed a theater. We round another corner and are greeted by several men—young men, or huh, small men.
Small, sexy men.
I have no other way to describe them except as I see them. Here it is—
They’re shirtless dwarves wearing Santa hats.
And honest to God---one is holding a leash to a reindeer that has a sign on it that says. “Ride or Die.”
“Ummm,” I point.
“Hysterical!” Devon claps. “Very inclusive.”
My eyes widen while one of the dwarves waltzes up to me in his half naked glory and winks. “I’ll just take your bags unless you have any other services you need me to perform at this time?”
“Uh,” I laugh and look over at Grace who’s speechless for the first time in her life. To be honest, Devon taking it all in so calmly is what surprises me the most. He’s usually the first one to be concerned.
“Miss Horseman?” the man holds out his hand awaiting my bag.
His inquisitive eyes straight up soul search into my depths, almost like he’s communicating with me but there are no words coming out of him.
I can’t explain the how or why but there’s a sudden calmness that engulfs me.
“Here you go.”
I hand him my medium sized tote—no, I didn’t bring a change of clothes because I don’t know if I’m going to spend the night yet. I might have signed his clause but everything that happens now is still up for a debate. I’m not a shoe in.
Fine.
I did bring my toothbrush so that has to mean something important though I’m loathe to admit it out loud. If I had a smaller overnight bag, I’d probably bring lingerie too. Ugh, I’m already making things complicated, aren’t I?
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers under his breath before flashing me another calming smile and taking a dramatic step back as though he’s on a stage performing.
I wonder then, is he? Is it real? Or is he doing this for his own amusement? Furthermore when a gorgeous man has only eyes for you and wants you to believe it if even for a second, do you complain? No. The sheer audacity! Get it together Charlie!