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Authors: M. S. Parker
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great-grandfather’s favorite book.”
Of course it was.
“This is an original copy of the first English translation, printed in 1910.” Howard took a step closer to me, as if he wanted a better look at the book.
I instinctively took a step back, turning so that I was looking at a pistol from the nineteen twenties. I hoped he thought I’d moved to look at it, but I wasn’t going to risk a look up to see if he bought it.
“Carrie, Howard.” Gavin’s voice came from the doorway.
I nearly sighed in relief. I turned towards him, unable to keep myself from smiling. He crossed to my side and leaned down to kiss my cheek as he took my hand.
“Is everything in place?” Howard asked, his tone strictly business.
Gavin nodded. “Leroy has the accounts set up the way you requested.”
“Excellent,” Howard said.
“So, are you two ready to get out on the water?” Gavin asked.
Howard smiled and shook his head. “I have a great many things to do before tonight. Why don’t you and Carrie go out on your own?”
“Are you sure?” Gavin asked.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from telling him not to question our good luck. I didn’t like the idea of being stuck in a confined space with Howard, even if Gavin was there.
“I’m sure,” Howard said. His eyes slid over to me, running down my body again in that way that made me want to take a shower. “I look forward to seeing what stunning attire you’ll be wearing tonight.”
“So do I,” Gavin said. He raised our hands and kissed the back of mine. “I trust Krissy found something amazing.”
I nodded and forced a smile. “She did.”
“Great!” Howard said, flashing that smile I hated. “You two kids run along now and I’ll see you both tonight.”
As Gavin and I left the library, I found myself hoping that I’d find Howard easier to take once there were hundreds of other people around. If not, this was going to be a very long night.
Chapter 10
I’d never been on a yacht before. I’d seen pictures of this one in Howard’s asset file but, as with the house, pictures didn’t do it justice. It was large and gleaming white, nicer than a lot of houses. I couldn’t imagine being able to own something like this. When we went aboard, Gavin introduced me to the two-man crew – Franz and Carlos – and then led me to the spacious deck. The men, Gavin said, would stick with piloting the yacht while he and I enjoyed ourselves.
I was still trying to decide what he meant as he showed me around, and then we were in a bedroom. I’d seen pictures of this, too, since the interior of the yacht had been documented, but what the pictures had failed to reveal were the leather restraints hanging from the headboard and base of the bed. I didn’t need to ask this time what those were for. I remembered Gavin’s explanation back at the club. What I did want to ask was if he was going to ask me to use them.
To my surprise, however, Gavin led me back out of the bedroom and up to the deck. We walked over to a pair of deck chairs and I saw two plastic coolers sitting on either side of them. Leaning against the railing were a pair of fishing poles. Now I was truly confused. Was this some bizarre kink I didn’t understand?
“Have you ever been fishing?” Gavin asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? Fishing?”
He gave me that boyish grin I loved so much. “It’s relaxing.”
I started to shake my head. “I don’t know, Gavin.”
“We’ll throw back anything we catch,” he said. “And I promise that I know how to do it right.”
I looked up at him, squinting against the sun, then sighed. The things I was willing to do for this man. “All right. What do I do first?”
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in the deck chair, my fishing rod lightly grasped in my hands, the line in the water. Gavin sat in the chair next to me, looking
Of course it was.
“This is an original copy of the first English translation, printed in 1910.” Howard took a step closer to me, as if he wanted a better look at the book.
I instinctively took a step back, turning so that I was looking at a pistol from the nineteen twenties. I hoped he thought I’d moved to look at it, but I wasn’t going to risk a look up to see if he bought it.
“Carrie, Howard.” Gavin’s voice came from the doorway.
I nearly sighed in relief. I turned towards him, unable to keep myself from smiling. He crossed to my side and leaned down to kiss my cheek as he took my hand.
“Is everything in place?” Howard asked, his tone strictly business.
Gavin nodded. “Leroy has the accounts set up the way you requested.”
“Excellent,” Howard said.
“So, are you two ready to get out on the water?” Gavin asked.
Howard smiled and shook his head. “I have a great many things to do before tonight. Why don’t you and Carrie go out on your own?”
“Are you sure?” Gavin asked.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from telling him not to question our good luck. I didn’t like the idea of being stuck in a confined space with Howard, even if Gavin was there.
“I’m sure,” Howard said. His eyes slid over to me, running down my body again in that way that made me want to take a shower. “I look forward to seeing what stunning attire you’ll be wearing tonight.”
“So do I,” Gavin said. He raised our hands and kissed the back of mine. “I trust Krissy found something amazing.”
I nodded and forced a smile. “She did.”
“Great!” Howard said, flashing that smile I hated. “You two kids run along now and I’ll see you both tonight.”
As Gavin and I left the library, I found myself hoping that I’d find Howard easier to take once there were hundreds of other people around. If not, this was going to be a very long night.
Chapter 10
I’d never been on a yacht before. I’d seen pictures of this one in Howard’s asset file but, as with the house, pictures didn’t do it justice. It was large and gleaming white, nicer than a lot of houses. I couldn’t imagine being able to own something like this. When we went aboard, Gavin introduced me to the two-man crew – Franz and Carlos – and then led me to the spacious deck. The men, Gavin said, would stick with piloting the yacht while he and I enjoyed ourselves.
I was still trying to decide what he meant as he showed me around, and then we were in a bedroom. I’d seen pictures of this, too, since the interior of the yacht had been documented, but what the pictures had failed to reveal were the leather restraints hanging from the headboard and base of the bed. I didn’t need to ask this time what those were for. I remembered Gavin’s explanation back at the club. What I did want to ask was if he was going to ask me to use them.
To my surprise, however, Gavin led me back out of the bedroom and up to the deck. We walked over to a pair of deck chairs and I saw two plastic coolers sitting on either side of them. Leaning against the railing were a pair of fishing poles. Now I was truly confused. Was this some bizarre kink I didn’t understand?
“Have you ever been fishing?” Gavin asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? Fishing?”
He gave me that boyish grin I loved so much. “It’s relaxing.”
I started to shake my head. “I don’t know, Gavin.”
“We’ll throw back anything we catch,” he said. “And I promise that I know how to do it right.”
I looked up at him, squinting against the sun, then sighed. The things I was willing to do for this man. “All right. What do I do first?”
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in the deck chair, my fishing rod lightly grasped in my hands, the line in the water. Gavin sat in the chair next to me, looking
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