looking forward to the journey.
I loved El Lobo's exquisite nerve center. Every time I sat in front of the half dozen screens I felt like I was commanding a star ship. I ran my hands over the massive ship's wheel and lost myself in the day dream.
"Boss?" The deckhand interrupted my reverie. "Your guests have arrived."
I looked at the clock. The girls were an hour early. Damn. "Tell them I'll be right down and tell the Captain I'd like to see him." I realized Richard wouldn't have much time to help me entertain my 'company' once we got underway, but he could help me babysit until we shoved off.
I could hear them squealing like twelve-year-olds as I descended toward the main level. " Oh God, let this be over soon," I prayed. Phoebe and two clones were lounging on the sofas; their unnaturally even tans a sharp contrast to the ivory leather seats. Phoebe jumped up when she saw me and bounced over to give me a hug and the kiss-kiss thing I've always found utterly pretentious.
"Cuz! I want you to meet Shelby and Emery. Harley canceled at the last minute"
Not for the first time I wondered if Phoebe required all of her many girlfriends to have gender-neutral names ending in 'y'. It was the reason I had stopped trying to remember them.
"Ladies." I nodded my head at the two girls on the sofa. They were both stunning. They could have easily been models. I found myself foolishly hoping that one of them would open her mouth and say something remotely intelligent.
"Oooooh, Phebes, you weren't kidding about your gorgeous cousin! C'mon over here and sit between me and Shell. We luvvv to share!" She patted the cushion with a perfectly manicured hand and Shelby flashed me a snow white smile. God I hated black fingernail polish.
"Actually, I was just about to go see about lunch for us. Phoebe said you ladies would like something light? Like a salad?"
"As long as there's something delicious for dessert . . ." Shelby made her meaning crystal clear by giving the full length of my body a long salacious look. It looked like the girls were going to be quite the handful.
I changed my mind and decided there were worse ways to spend an afternoon than playing with a couple of willing dolls. I shot her a half grin and a look that I've been told is a killer. There would be plenty of reflective time on the crossing ahead. If I was being offered a gift, why not take it? I could kill some time pleasantly enough and spare myself a lot of inane conversation by getting down to business quickly. Fishing was an option but I doubted these ladies had that kind of hook up in mind.
Richard joined us and I sent him into the kitchen to rustle up some wine and get Lara cracking on the salads. Given what I knew I'd be doing for most of the afternoon, I wasn't anxious to face her. She struck me as the kind of woman who wouldn't approve of the kind of sport fucking I was quite sure was on my agenda. It made me want to avoid those eyes. Those warm knowing eyes.
We killed the first bottle of Orvieto before the salads arrived. Lara and Angelo both set the plates in front of the four of us. She was as soft and natural as my lunch companions were harsh and artificial. I tried not to notice and failed. When she leaned over to place my plate, there was a rush of warmth as her body's aura intersected with mine.
The dishes were beautifully composed and absolutely delicious. My three guests gushed about how good the food was. I filed away their praises for a later conversation with my new chef. I knew all the right things to say to a South Beach beauty, but I already had a vision of being tongue tied trying to chat up someone whose world was so different from what I knew. Lara's range of interest surely ran deeper than what happened that week on "the Bachelor".
Richard maneuvered the boat out of the slip and into the open ocean. El Lobo was finally on her way.
"That wine and the Dramamine are taking their toll on me, dear cousin. I'm going to have to crash for a while.
I loved El Lobo's exquisite nerve center. Every time I sat in front of the half dozen screens I felt like I was commanding a star ship. I ran my hands over the massive ship's wheel and lost myself in the day dream.
"Boss?" The deckhand interrupted my reverie. "Your guests have arrived."
I looked at the clock. The girls were an hour early. Damn. "Tell them I'll be right down and tell the Captain I'd like to see him." I realized Richard wouldn't have much time to help me entertain my 'company' once we got underway, but he could help me babysit until we shoved off.
I could hear them squealing like twelve-year-olds as I descended toward the main level. " Oh God, let this be over soon," I prayed. Phoebe and two clones were lounging on the sofas; their unnaturally even tans a sharp contrast to the ivory leather seats. Phoebe jumped up when she saw me and bounced over to give me a hug and the kiss-kiss thing I've always found utterly pretentious.
"Cuz! I want you to meet Shelby and Emery. Harley canceled at the last minute"
Not for the first time I wondered if Phoebe required all of her many girlfriends to have gender-neutral names ending in 'y'. It was the reason I had stopped trying to remember them.
"Ladies." I nodded my head at the two girls on the sofa. They were both stunning. They could have easily been models. I found myself foolishly hoping that one of them would open her mouth and say something remotely intelligent.
"Oooooh, Phebes, you weren't kidding about your gorgeous cousin! C'mon over here and sit between me and Shell. We luvvv to share!" She patted the cushion with a perfectly manicured hand and Shelby flashed me a snow white smile. God I hated black fingernail polish.
"Actually, I was just about to go see about lunch for us. Phoebe said you ladies would like something light? Like a salad?"
"As long as there's something delicious for dessert . . ." Shelby made her meaning crystal clear by giving the full length of my body a long salacious look. It looked like the girls were going to be quite the handful.
I changed my mind and decided there were worse ways to spend an afternoon than playing with a couple of willing dolls. I shot her a half grin and a look that I've been told is a killer. There would be plenty of reflective time on the crossing ahead. If I was being offered a gift, why not take it? I could kill some time pleasantly enough and spare myself a lot of inane conversation by getting down to business quickly. Fishing was an option but I doubted these ladies had that kind of hook up in mind.
Richard joined us and I sent him into the kitchen to rustle up some wine and get Lara cracking on the salads. Given what I knew I'd be doing for most of the afternoon, I wasn't anxious to face her. She struck me as the kind of woman who wouldn't approve of the kind of sport fucking I was quite sure was on my agenda. It made me want to avoid those eyes. Those warm knowing eyes.
We killed the first bottle of Orvieto before the salads arrived. Lara and Angelo both set the plates in front of the four of us. She was as soft and natural as my lunch companions were harsh and artificial. I tried not to notice and failed. When she leaned over to place my plate, there was a rush of warmth as her body's aura intersected with mine.
The dishes were beautifully composed and absolutely delicious. My three guests gushed about how good the food was. I filed away their praises for a later conversation with my new chef. I knew all the right things to say to a South Beach beauty, but I already had a vision of being tongue tied trying to chat up someone whose world was so different from what I knew. Lara's range of interest surely ran deeper than what happened that week on "the Bachelor".
Richard maneuvered the boat out of the slip and into the open ocean. El Lobo was finally on her way.
"That wine and the Dramamine are taking their toll on me, dear cousin. I'm going to have to crash for a while.
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