Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I glance up when I hear someone cough next to me. I look up into the face of a guy who looks to be in his mid-twenties. His gaze is stuck on Felicia’s face.
“Can I sit with you?” he asks her, ignoring me completely. “I think we said hi in passing when we were both boarding yesterday.”
Felicia nods slowly. “I remember that. It’s Brandon, right?”
“Brayden,” he offers the subtle correction. “Can I sit with you, or are you with him?”
I’m finally acknowledged even though he doesn’t glance in my direction at all.
“Sit,” she instructs him with a point of her finger at one of the two vacant chairs at our table. “He’s just a new friend.”
We share a smile across the table before Brayden steals her attention again.
I’ll take the ‘new friend’ title from this pretty woman, and any other woman on this ship, except Delia. I want to be more than a friend to her; so much more than a friend.
CHAPTER FIVE
Delia
I settle on one of the comfortable lounge chairs facing the smallest pool on the ship.
I struggled with the decision of which pool to spend the next two hours next to. I weighed the pros and cons but ultimately opted for this one because I’m going to slowly edge my way into mingling with the other passengers as the day goes on.
“Delia!”
I glance up when I hear my name being called out.
A soft smile glides over my lips when I see Clever on the approach with a single red rose in one hand and a glass of something that looks not only tropical but delicious in the other.
“I brought these for you.” He presents both the flower and the drink to me. “Something pretty to look at and something perfect to drink.”
I take both, carefully placing them on the small white circular table next to me. “Thank you.”
I look up at his face. His blonde hair is mussed from the light wind that is cooling the air to just the right temperature. With the endless clear blue sky as a backdrop, he looks tempting, but he’s not the guy I’m looking to spend more time with.
That man is headed my way.
Even though he’s wearing sunglasses that block the view of his eyes, I can tell that the smile on Donovan’s lips is lighting up his entire face.
“Oh great,” Clever mutters under his breath when he catches sight of Donovan over his shoulder. “Look who it is.”
“It’s Dr. Hunt,” I say in a breathy tone.
“He’s a doctor?” Clever questions.
I nod. “In New York City. We both live there.”
He sighs heavily. “Some guys hit the life lottery.”
I laugh that off. “Can you bring him one of those drinks, too?”
It’s a big ask considering the fact that I’m sure Clever was hoping to score some alone time with me in exchange for the fancy drink.
“Yeah.” He exhales sharply. “Why not?”
Before there’s a chance for him to greet Donovan, he takes off in the opposite direction.
“Did I chase him away?” Donovan asks as soon as he’s within a foot of where I’m sprawled out.
“I asked him to get you one of these.” I point at the tri-colored drink that I have yet to sample.
He slides the glasses down the bridge of his nose to get a better look at the tall beverage with the pink straw and blue umbrella perched in it. “He agreed to do that? Willingly?”
Laughing, I remove my sunglasses and set them on the top of my head. “He didn’t say no.”
Donovan barks out a deep laugh. “Something tells me that you could ask Clever to do cartwheels across the entire length of this deck, and he’d happily do that.”
“Should I ask him?” I grin. “It’s impossible not to admire a good cartwheel.”
Donovan plucks his sunglasses off too and studies me. “Is that so? The last time I did a cartwheel I was maybe twelve or thirteen.”
“How long ago was that?” I ask.
I’ve guessed his age to be in the mid to late thirties range. Matt and Roman are thirty-three and Matt told me that this boss is slightly older than him.
“I’m thirty-six,” he tells me. “Would you mind if I grabbed that lounge chair next to you?”
I glance at it. “You should since there’s a spectacular drink coming your way courtesy of Clever.”
He looks in the direction Clever disappeared to. “You have a lot more faith in him than I do.”
Without any warning, he whips the shirt he’s wearing over his head to reveal a toned and tanned torso. My gaze trails over it stopping to admire the way his black swimming trunks hang low on his hips.
My heart thunders in my chest so loudly that it feels like the sounds of the people around me have been muted.
I quickly look down only to realize that I am wearing a very tiny black bikini.