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“No, thanks.”
“Oh, come on. It’s been a long day for both of us.”
And he’s right. It has. So I leave my boat, since it’s already clean, and walk over to his. Since he’s in one of the more expensive slips, he’s pretty much all by himself. The yachts we get here in the nice weather are dwindling as we come to the end of the season.
I slip off my shoes and step on his boat. He offers me a beer, and I accept it.
“If you prefer, I have some coffee from this morning.” He jiggles an empty cup in the air.
I frown and shake my head.
“Did you really think I’d drink something that was left in your presence without me?”
“It was worth a try after what you did to me.”
He goes down to the galley, and I follow. “I admit the orgy thing wasn’t nice. But I did think you were going to get there before them. And let’s remember, you’re responsible for the dead fish and for getting my customers drunk the night before.”
“I told you I had no idea they were your customers until it was too late.”
He turns around and steps toward me, pushing my body against the counter. “And the laxative in the coffee?”
“What do you care? You didn’t even drink it.”
“No, but one of my guests did. I left it on the wheelhouse counter, and she mistook it for her own. Was in the bathroom the entire charter.”
“You mean the blonde?”
He smirks. That arrogant smirk that gets under my skin. I shouldn’t have said I even noticed the blonde.
“Was someone following me?” he singsongs.
“You passed me on the boat. She was hard to miss.”
He leans in closer, and even after a day’s work, I still smell a hint of his cologne. “Are you jealous, Chevelle?”
“Not now that I know she spent the majority of the time in the bathroom.” I give him a saccharine smile.
His gaze falls to my lips, and my tongue instinctively slides out of my mouth, licking my bottom lip.
“Admit it.” His voice is husky.
“Admit what? That the laxative was for you?”
His hand presses against the ceiling, and he leans in. I lean back as far as I can go, and he shakes his head.
“Get over yourself, Cam.”
He shakes his head again. “I’m not buying it. That woman got you jealous, just like all those guys you charter get me riled up.”
Our eyes lock.
“I don’t want you to win the contest.” It’s the truth. Even if I’m avoiding a more obvious truth.
“And I don’t want you to win, but right now, we’re not talking about fish. I want a truce.”
I arch my back. The ache building between my legs from feeling his body so close to mine keeps intensifying. He notices and glances down at my pushed-out breasts.
“Fine, you have a truce,” I say.
