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Authors: Mandy M. Roth, Michelle M. Pillow
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starting to babble.” Clare kept her words soft. She shivered. Her body ached, screamed at her in neglect and demanded an answer to the same question. She hated to admit it, but jumping the voyeuristic man hadn’t been far from her mind since first laying eyes on him. There was something about him—a feeling she couldn’t place. “You only babble when you’re nervous. My goodness, Kira, you actually like this guy, don’t you? Do you know him? Please tell me you know him, because that would make me feel a whole lot better.”
“Oh, Clare, don’t even think about starting with me,” Kira sighed.
“What?”
“I so know that look. You’re going to lecture me about Cabin Boy.”
“Kira, you really should be more careful with yourself,” Clare said. “I worry about you sometimes. You take too many risks. “
Kira refused to meet Clare’s eyes.
“So tell me about the new stud,” Clare said.
“Don’t know,” Kira said. “I didn’t get his name. I know, don’t say it. Apparently, we were assigned the same room by mistake. I just call him Cabin Boy. It’s a shame he’s not actually the cabin boy. I think these rooms should come with a complimentary man.”
“Kira, you didn’t really have sex with him did you?”
“Oh, honey, I most certainly did!” Kira groaned for effect, sitting and pulling her legs up to her stomach. “Gawd! Man, I wasn’t lying when I said I wish he was the cabin boy. I’d like to order him around for a long while. I’d insist that he be assigned to me for the week. I’d tie him to my bed and make him stay there the entire trip. I mean, you know me. I’m not one to exaggerate. I swear he was like,” Kira spread her hands wide, “like this thick and longer than any I’ve ever seen before and I’ve seen a hell of a lot of—”
Clare held up her hands, stopping her. “That’s great, Kira, but you’re starting to babble again. This one’s really gotten to you, huh? And you never answered me. Do you know him?”
“Okay, fine, if you’re not going to drop it, I’ll tell you. I know him. Well, I kind of know him. I… Uh, I can’t explain it. We met one evening outside the travel agency. He must have been buying tickets for the same cruise. Anyway, I dropped my briefcase, the Helderman file fell into a puddle, I panicked and must have looked all freaked out because he insisted on walking me home.”
“You let a man walk you home?” Clare asked. “A stranger? At night? Are you crazy? What if he’d been—?”
“Yeah, I know,” Kira rolled her eyes, but Clare could see her apprehension over the whole situation. “Anyway, he was very charming from what I can remember. The night is a little fuzzy. I’d been working eighty-hour weeks and was really tired, not to mention, Mr. Carter asked me to his office and we toasted the completion of the Brembridge deal. You know the man likes whiskey and I might have been a tad on the tipsy side. But even though I can’t remember everything we talked about word for word, I remember instantly connecting with him. I know what you’re thinking, and we didn’t have sex that night. We didn’t even catch each other’s names. It was like names didn’t matter. The conversation just flowed like we’d known each other forever.”
Clare opened her mouth. Kira clamped her hand over it. The explanation did make her feel a little better about the situation, but still, it seemed a little fast.
“That’s all I’m saying, got it?” Kira gave her a pointed look. “And if you promise to let me have this one little indiscretion, I promise not to count how many of the free ice cream cones you eat on this trip.”
“Or buffet trips?” Clare said, her voice muffled by Kira’s hand.
Kira laughed. “Yes, I promise. I will not count calories for you. You can eat as much as you want.
Clare nodded. “Fine.”
“So?” Kira asked, changing the subject as she let go of Clare’s mouth only to playfully nudge her arm into
“Oh, Clare, don’t even think about starting with me,” Kira sighed.
“What?”
“I so know that look. You’re going to lecture me about Cabin Boy.”
“Kira, you really should be more careful with yourself,” Clare said. “I worry about you sometimes. You take too many risks. “
Kira refused to meet Clare’s eyes.
“So tell me about the new stud,” Clare said.
“Don’t know,” Kira said. “I didn’t get his name. I know, don’t say it. Apparently, we were assigned the same room by mistake. I just call him Cabin Boy. It’s a shame he’s not actually the cabin boy. I think these rooms should come with a complimentary man.”
“Kira, you didn’t really have sex with him did you?”
“Oh, honey, I most certainly did!” Kira groaned for effect, sitting and pulling her legs up to her stomach. “Gawd! Man, I wasn’t lying when I said I wish he was the cabin boy. I’d like to order him around for a long while. I’d insist that he be assigned to me for the week. I’d tie him to my bed and make him stay there the entire trip. I mean, you know me. I’m not one to exaggerate. I swear he was like,” Kira spread her hands wide, “like this thick and longer than any I’ve ever seen before and I’ve seen a hell of a lot of—”
Clare held up her hands, stopping her. “That’s great, Kira, but you’re starting to babble again. This one’s really gotten to you, huh? And you never answered me. Do you know him?”
“Okay, fine, if you’re not going to drop it, I’ll tell you. I know him. Well, I kind of know him. I… Uh, I can’t explain it. We met one evening outside the travel agency. He must have been buying tickets for the same cruise. Anyway, I dropped my briefcase, the Helderman file fell into a puddle, I panicked and must have looked all freaked out because he insisted on walking me home.”
“You let a man walk you home?” Clare asked. “A stranger? At night? Are you crazy? What if he’d been—?”
“Yeah, I know,” Kira rolled her eyes, but Clare could see her apprehension over the whole situation. “Anyway, he was very charming from what I can remember. The night is a little fuzzy. I’d been working eighty-hour weeks and was really tired, not to mention, Mr. Carter asked me to his office and we toasted the completion of the Brembridge deal. You know the man likes whiskey and I might have been a tad on the tipsy side. But even though I can’t remember everything we talked about word for word, I remember instantly connecting with him. I know what you’re thinking, and we didn’t have sex that night. We didn’t even catch each other’s names. It was like names didn’t matter. The conversation just flowed like we’d known each other forever.”
Clare opened her mouth. Kira clamped her hand over it. The explanation did make her feel a little better about the situation, but still, it seemed a little fast.
“That’s all I’m saying, got it?” Kira gave her a pointed look. “And if you promise to let me have this one little indiscretion, I promise not to count how many of the free ice cream cones you eat on this trip.”
“Or buffet trips?” Clare said, her voice muffled by Kira’s hand.
Kira laughed. “Yes, I promise. I will not count calories for you. You can eat as much as you want.
Clare nodded. “Fine.”
“So?” Kira asked, changing the subject as she let go of Clare’s mouth only to playfully nudge her arm into
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