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From what I could remember, he had been working as usual to conclude tasks from New York before we headed into Thailand, and he had to put his focus on all things happening there. And so, I kept myself busy as well, planning his itinerary, cross-checking reservations. I pulled out my laptop then and began to search for new things to include on his itinerary so he would be able to relax. I also searched for things for myself because this time around, we weren’t sharing the same room. We had two different rooms, and when he was relaxing on the beach, I wanted other things to do. The only time we would be a bit closer in proximity to each other was late that evening when it was time for us to head over to the yacht. We would be on it all night until the next afternoon, and I had been so excited about it. But now, as things were going, I would probably not be able to show my face.
Sighing, I shut the laptop once again and put it away, and just then, my meal arrived.
She definitely didn't flirt with me, but I did notice that her button was now more open than it had been, and so now I could very clearly see her cleavage. I frowned so deeply at this that she had to stop to ask me what was wrong.
I looked at her and then at him and returned my attention to my food.
“Nothing, thank you.”
I ate through the meal because I needed the emotional support, not because I could taste my food or anything. I still didn’t want to consume any alcohol, but my inability to handle myself in the midst of it was how we had gotten into this predicament.
Soon enough, she returned to take away our plates, and then she came back with desserts and ice cream.
I rejected mine, he did as well, and soon enough, the cabin was quiet.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hunter
Ididn't think I had ever seen her sulk before. It would've been amusing if I wasn't furious with her at the distance she had established between us. I, of course, didn't agree with what she said, but I wasn't one to plead with anyone, and I expected her to take that back on her own accord. But I had forgotten just how stubborn she was, so even though this was very clearly hurting her, I completely expected her not to take it back till forever.
Sighing, I shook my head and put my laptop away.
"How is it that you're the one who suggested we be solely professional, yet you look like you've been trying to hold back tears for the past two hours?"
At my words, she turned to me.
"I... I haven't been holding back tears."
"You're lying to me again?" I asked.
"You expect me to say that I have even if I have? Isn't that a bit unrealistic? I'm not lying to you; I just don't have to be completely transparent with you. I don't owe you that unless it solely concerns your work."
She had yelled a little, and to say it startled me was an understatement. My brows raised as I watched her, and when she turned to me, I could see the fear in her eyes. I could also see the tears that gathered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. I'm just -"
"Come here," I said, and the tears fell from her eyes.
She was such a fucking baby, and I couldn't believe just how much I loved this side of her. She was so bloody honest, so bloody transparent. Once again, I was beginning to understand why I had felt so comfortable with her without even realizing it. Now it all made sense to me and made me understand that I wasn't in any way going to honor her suggestions.
"Come here," I repeated, and she shook her head as her hand lifted to wipe the moisture off her face.
"That's an order," I said, and a few seconds later, she rose to obey because she couldn't defy this.
She headed towards me, and to my surprise, she held my gaze. She didn't look away but tried to look as unaffected as possible, but everything gave her away.
"Sit astride me," I said, and her eyes widened.
"Sir?"
“Astride me," I replied. "That too is an order."
She watched me, and then she did as I had asked.
She was back to dressing as unimpressive as could possibly be, so there was nothing difficult about this. She had on baggy, dark, ill-fitting pants and a hideous blue dress shirt. Knowing just how sick her body was underneath this dreary outfit, I almost cried when she had come out from her quarters earlier this morning and met me at the elevator. In a way, and given how nice she was at dressing, I was convinced I knew how standoffish she was. And so, the way she had acted since then, and everything she had said, none of it was surprising to me.
And I realized how, as I watched her, I myself had also unconsciously decided how I was going to respond. I was going to wait to call bullshit on her feigning that she had a steel heart and wait for her to break.
