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telling the truth, and swaggered over to her so he was currently less than a foot away. He rested the back of his fingers onto his hips and leaned his torso toward her so that his long, pointed nose was nearly brushing her small, upturned one.
“Liar,” he whispered, the tone of his voice causing her skin to prick more so than the slight sea breeze.
Brooke gulped, her face coloring due to the close proximity of her and Captain Charlie Colt, but more surprisingly to her, the way his voice made her feel. A sense of vulnerability crept up to surround her, but with that vulnerability came a very subtle feeling of want, a feeling she was acutely aware of and did not fully comprehend.
Charlie grinned at her reaction, enjoying the power that he had over this girl. Brooke, seeing his arrogant smirk, pushed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Says you,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
“No,” he said, his smirk deepening. He extended both forefingers toward the ceiling, and then pointed both at Brooke, his gold teeth flickering along with the candlelight. “No, sweetheart, says you .” He paused, and then crossed his right foot over his left foot, his boots softly thumping as he slowly circled the young woman before him.
Charlie studied the girl, his chocolate eyes once again running up and down her body with obvious appreciation. Her wet hair tumbled down to her mid-back in waves, small droplets finding a home on Brooke’s off-white nightgown. This only caused the pirate captain’s brow to shoot up as he took in her discolored skin through the thin transparent trails the small droplets left. Her neck was long and sensual, a favorite part of a woman’s body for Charlie. The gown was rather loose and nearly screamed to the floor. It was formless, but cinched at the waist which emphasized the wearer’s bosom. She was rather short, he noticed, but for some peculiar reason, her legs were long. This not only baffled Charlie about the female’s anatomy, but intrigued him as well. He was a fan of a woman’s body no matter what, and while there were obvious parts he did favor in specific circumstances, his favorite part of a woman’s body was her back. And as of right now, there was no other back that he wanted to see more than Brooke Cunningham’s.
“Your eyes give you away,” he told her once he completed his circle around her. He grinned again when he saw that his words colored her cheeks.
Brooke was enraged that he seemed to be amused by how uncomfortable she was, and bit her lip to keep from yelling at him. She may be upset with the pirate captain, but she would keep her yelling under control so that he would not get caught.
“In this whole time you have been here I have not seen you look at my eyes,” she said through gritted teeth.
His teeth flashed as he smiled, which nearly caused Brooke to lose her firm composure. “Well, I cannot be blamed if something so beautiful drew my eyes elsewhere,” Charlie explained in a low murmur, his eyes finally looking into hers. They were green, he noticed, just like the color of the sea.
“Pretty words,” Brooke said, dropping her arms so they laid limply by her sides, “but even the prettiest song can lose its intended meaning if it is repeated constantly.”
Charlie curved his lips into an interested smile at Brooke’s words, his eyes never leaving hers. They were growing on him, her eyes were, and while she had an abundance of good physical attributes, her eyes were more striking to him than he initially anticipated.
“What makes you say I have uttered said words before?” Charlie asked her, quirking a brow and tilting his head to the side slightly. His eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but in curiosity as he watched her, hoping for some sort of tell, a reaction to his words.
“I am not stupid,” Brooke told him, furrowing her brow. “It is an easy trade to master, the art of
“Liar,” he whispered, the tone of his voice causing her skin to prick more so than the slight sea breeze.
Brooke gulped, her face coloring due to the close proximity of her and Captain Charlie Colt, but more surprisingly to her, the way his voice made her feel. A sense of vulnerability crept up to surround her, but with that vulnerability came a very subtle feeling of want, a feeling she was acutely aware of and did not fully comprehend.
Charlie grinned at her reaction, enjoying the power that he had over this girl. Brooke, seeing his arrogant smirk, pushed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Says you,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
“No,” he said, his smirk deepening. He extended both forefingers toward the ceiling, and then pointed both at Brooke, his gold teeth flickering along with the candlelight. “No, sweetheart, says you .” He paused, and then crossed his right foot over his left foot, his boots softly thumping as he slowly circled the young woman before him.
Charlie studied the girl, his chocolate eyes once again running up and down her body with obvious appreciation. Her wet hair tumbled down to her mid-back in waves, small droplets finding a home on Brooke’s off-white nightgown. This only caused the pirate captain’s brow to shoot up as he took in her discolored skin through the thin transparent trails the small droplets left. Her neck was long and sensual, a favorite part of a woman’s body for Charlie. The gown was rather loose and nearly screamed to the floor. It was formless, but cinched at the waist which emphasized the wearer’s bosom. She was rather short, he noticed, but for some peculiar reason, her legs were long. This not only baffled Charlie about the female’s anatomy, but intrigued him as well. He was a fan of a woman’s body no matter what, and while there were obvious parts he did favor in specific circumstances, his favorite part of a woman’s body was her back. And as of right now, there was no other back that he wanted to see more than Brooke Cunningham’s.
“Your eyes give you away,” he told her once he completed his circle around her. He grinned again when he saw that his words colored her cheeks.
Brooke was enraged that he seemed to be amused by how uncomfortable she was, and bit her lip to keep from yelling at him. She may be upset with the pirate captain, but she would keep her yelling under control so that he would not get caught.
“In this whole time you have been here I have not seen you look at my eyes,” she said through gritted teeth.
His teeth flashed as he smiled, which nearly caused Brooke to lose her firm composure. “Well, I cannot be blamed if something so beautiful drew my eyes elsewhere,” Charlie explained in a low murmur, his eyes finally looking into hers. They were green, he noticed, just like the color of the sea.
“Pretty words,” Brooke said, dropping her arms so they laid limply by her sides, “but even the prettiest song can lose its intended meaning if it is repeated constantly.”
Charlie curved his lips into an interested smile at Brooke’s words, his eyes never leaving hers. They were growing on him, her eyes were, and while she had an abundance of good physical attributes, her eyes were more striking to him than he initially anticipated.
“What makes you say I have uttered said words before?” Charlie asked her, quirking a brow and tilting his head to the side slightly. His eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but in curiosity as he watched her, hoping for some sort of tell, a reaction to his words.
“I am not stupid,” Brooke told him, furrowing her brow. “It is an easy trade to master, the art of
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