smal taste of what marriage life together would be like for the next few days. Everywhere they looked, there was a swimsuit-clad body. Several times, Laney caught him making eyes at other women. However, she couldn’t blame him; even she noticed a few yummy male physiques. Upon returning to their suite, Laney was happy to discover her luggage had been delivered. She eagerly slipped out of her heels and dug through her bags to find her tennis shoes.
“We set sail at five this evening,” Nick informed her as he scanned the vessel itinerary. “The captain’s dinner is at seven. We’re joining the Zelmans. Do you have a black dress?”
“Yes. I brought one just in case.”
Nick checked his watch. “It’s only ten o’clock; I think we should scope out the ship. Maybe we’l run into the Zelmans.”
“Do you have anything in particular in mind?” She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him stare out the balcony windows.
“The weather is perfect for a game of golf. Let’s start there.”
Laney frowned but said nothing.
“What?” Nick picked up on her look of dread.
“Don’t you like golf?”
“No.”
He looked at her in disbelief. “Come on, Laney.
Golf is the game of legends.”
“Let me guess; you like basebal too.”
“Yes, why?”
She laughed to herself. “This may surprise you, but I don’t care for golf. Not even a little bit.”
“Have you ever played?” he asked.
“I’ve never desired to.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. Golf is nature’s version of chess. It’s a game of skil and strategy.” She could hear the excitement building in his voice. “Once you try it, I promise you’l love it.” That could be said about a lot of things , she thought, including him .
“Trust me,” he said.
She gave a smal laugh. Did he real y think she was going to enjoy enduring a boring game of golf?
The man was delusional. Laney Parks was not a golfer, but she reminded herself that she had agreed to pose as his wife for the next ten days. If he wanted a club-swinging companion, she would try to oblige him. . .if she didn’t die from sheer boredom first.
Nick offered her the privacy of the bathroom to change. She col ected several items before disappearing inside. After a quick shower, she worried herself sick trying to decide what to wear.
How was she supposed to know what to wear to play golf? Final y, she chose a sleeveless white button-down shirt and khaki shorts. She scrutinized herself in the mirror. She hadn’t planned on spending her vacation with her boss. She’d packed specifical y for a romantic retreat with Rob. Her clothing selection was evident. Though the shirt was plain enough, the shorts were a bit too short. She’d bought them to show as much leg as possible, hoping to seduce Rob every chance she got. They weren’t risqué shorts by any means, but under the radiant blue eyes of Mr. Sinclair, she was nervous. She swept her hair up into a clip while mental y preparing herself for his response.
Nick was beginning to get frustrated. There was absolutely no reason for Laney to take so long in the bathroom. They weren’t going to the prom. She’d been in there for almost an hour! How much longer was she going to take?
Just when he was about to completely lose his patience, the bathroom door opened. What he saw was completely unexpected…and wel worth the wait. The blouse she wore fit her every curve, emphasizing her generous yet perky breasts. As spel binding as her breasts may have been, he knew with determination he could force himself to ignore his urges. Her shorts, however, were another issue.
They were short. Too short for him to ignore. Al he saw was luscious golden skin. Her legs were perfect. Wel formed. Toned but soft. They had a natural curve to them that gave him no choice but to stare.
When he’d first laid eyes on her, he had been intrigued by her classic look. She had a cute, heart-shaped face, enticing lips and warm brown
“We set sail at five this evening,” Nick informed her as he scanned the vessel itinerary. “The captain’s dinner is at seven. We’re joining the Zelmans. Do you have a black dress?”
“Yes. I brought one just in case.”
Nick checked his watch. “It’s only ten o’clock; I think we should scope out the ship. Maybe we’l run into the Zelmans.”
“Do you have anything in particular in mind?” She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him stare out the balcony windows.
“The weather is perfect for a game of golf. Let’s start there.”
Laney frowned but said nothing.
“What?” Nick picked up on her look of dread.
“Don’t you like golf?”
“No.”
He looked at her in disbelief. “Come on, Laney.
Golf is the game of legends.”
“Let me guess; you like basebal too.”
“Yes, why?”
She laughed to herself. “This may surprise you, but I don’t care for golf. Not even a little bit.”
“Have you ever played?” he asked.
“I’ve never desired to.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. Golf is nature’s version of chess. It’s a game of skil and strategy.” She could hear the excitement building in his voice. “Once you try it, I promise you’l love it.” That could be said about a lot of things , she thought, including him .
“Trust me,” he said.
She gave a smal laugh. Did he real y think she was going to enjoy enduring a boring game of golf?
The man was delusional. Laney Parks was not a golfer, but she reminded herself that she had agreed to pose as his wife for the next ten days. If he wanted a club-swinging companion, she would try to oblige him. . .if she didn’t die from sheer boredom first.
Nick offered her the privacy of the bathroom to change. She col ected several items before disappearing inside. After a quick shower, she worried herself sick trying to decide what to wear.
How was she supposed to know what to wear to play golf? Final y, she chose a sleeveless white button-down shirt and khaki shorts. She scrutinized herself in the mirror. She hadn’t planned on spending her vacation with her boss. She’d packed specifical y for a romantic retreat with Rob. Her clothing selection was evident. Though the shirt was plain enough, the shorts were a bit too short. She’d bought them to show as much leg as possible, hoping to seduce Rob every chance she got. They weren’t risqué shorts by any means, but under the radiant blue eyes of Mr. Sinclair, she was nervous. She swept her hair up into a clip while mental y preparing herself for his response.
Nick was beginning to get frustrated. There was absolutely no reason for Laney to take so long in the bathroom. They weren’t going to the prom. She’d been in there for almost an hour! How much longer was she going to take?
Just when he was about to completely lose his patience, the bathroom door opened. What he saw was completely unexpected…and wel worth the wait. The blouse she wore fit her every curve, emphasizing her generous yet perky breasts. As spel binding as her breasts may have been, he knew with determination he could force himself to ignore his urges. Her shorts, however, were another issue.
They were short. Too short for him to ignore. Al he saw was luscious golden skin. Her legs were perfect. Wel formed. Toned but soft. They had a natural curve to them that gave him no choice but to stare.
When he’d first laid eyes on her, he had been intrigued by her classic look. She had a cute, heart-shaped face, enticing lips and warm brown
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