Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I confirmed as the elevator dinged at our floor.
We both got on, and then rode down four floors to the sixth floor.
I saw almost immediately what I’d done wrong that morning.
“Is this the front of the ship or the back?” I questioned, pointing to the left when we made it outside.
The breeze from the boat moving through the water, combined with what was coming off the ocean, was enough to blow my hair completely back away from my face when we stepped up to the railing.
“Actually, this is mid-ship and to the left is the bow,” he answered, walking up next to me, and immediately leaning over it.
I rolled my eyes and carefully did the same, staring at the black water with barely concealed alarm.
“If I fell overboard, would you come after me?” I questioned him, looking up at him through veiled lashes.
His smile was quick. “Depends.”
“On what?” I wanted to laugh.
“Who’s around,” he answered. “If you fell overboard, I’d have to call someone for help before I followed after you.”
My brows went up.
“That’s pretty smart,” I conceded. “That’s my worst fear about being on this boat,” I told him. “Falling over the side without anyone knowing that I did.”
I looked over the side at the churning ocean, and idly wondered if I’d even survive the fall.
“As long as you didn’t get stuck under the ship and sucked in by the propellers,” Tobias answered my unspoken question.
I snorted.
“Kind of like ‘luck of the draw?’” I teased.
He nodded.
“If you had a decision in how you went overboard, I’d suggest jumping out.”
“There was a woman, I heard from our neighbor, who was drunk as a skunk and jumped off the last time they were cruising,” I told him. “She said they circled the water for like six hours. They missed their port, and the woman ended up being dead. They found her body floating some hundred miles away from where they’d lost her.”
He grimaced. “Stupid.”
I started to laugh. “You’ve never done anything stupid in your life?”
He gave me a droll look. “Not something that stupid, no.”
“Come on,” I urged, elbowing him lightly. “You’ve never done anything bad?”
With the little light that this part of the ship provided, I could see that his answering smile was a little devious.
“Well…I have done some risky things…like fucking you in public.”
Chapter 13
I’m somewhere between ‘fuck you’ and ‘I want to fuck you.’
-Written note from Audrey to Tobias
Tobias
“Well…I have done some risky things…like fucking you in public.”
I could tell that my words had shocked her. It was almost as if the words were a surprise, but I couldn’t see why.
What, she thought I’d never mention it again?
And when she slapped her hand over my mouth and hissed out a ‘shut up!’ I started to laugh.
“There’s an old woman like ten feet away,” she urged, still holding her hand over my mouth.
My eyebrows rose. “She’s old.”
It came out sounding more like ‘shesmold’ but Audrey caught the drift.
“I don’t care if she’s old,” she countered.
I licked her hand, and she yanked her hand away as if the end of my tongue had a barb on it and I’d poked her with it.
“Gross,” she said.
I stared at her.
“That lady over there has to be at least ninety, if not older, and it’s loud as fuck out here due to the waves we’re currently cutting through,” I informed her. “If she can hear us, I’d be damn near amazed.”
Audrey shrugged. “You still don’t mention stuff like that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “I said that I’d done something illegal, not that I wouldn’t do it again.”
The lights around us dimmed even more, and I halfway wondered if they were trying to tell us that it was bedtime with all the light dimming bullshit that happened down the length of the ship.
People started to go inside almost immediately.
“It’s just so…bad.”
I reached for her and pulled her into my chest. “Not bad, per se. More like…naughty.”
“There’s a difference between naughty and bad?” she countered, cocking her hip and jamming her fist into the soft cushion right above her hip.
The stance made her look cute instead of stern like she was probably going for.
All I wanted to do was yank her to me, turn around, and fuck her up against the lifeboat.
I didn’t, but only because she was obviously outraged that I’d even brought up the other time she was a little bit wild.
“Naughty is more of an ‘on occasion’ type thing. Bad is more of an ‘all the time’ type thing,” I told her. “Naughty girls are sexy, adventurous and fun to be around. Bad girls are the ones who do that kind of thing on a regular basis…and might even pick your pocket afterwards.”
She started to laugh, and then took a step forward until barely an inch was separating us.
“So you’re saying I’m naughty?”