4
Galen
I’d begun chatting away in a manner quite unlike my usual self. The woman—the much younger woman—had a way of making me slightly nervous for some reason. I’d yet to release her hand, so I let it go. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hold onto you for so long.”
She blushed as she took a seat inside the yacht’s cabin. “No reason to apologize, sir.”
Taking a seat across from her, I resolved to keep a certain amount of distance between us. Ariel hadn’t even cleaned all the way up yet, and already I found her extremely attractive—a thing I shouldn’t have even been thinking about. The poor woman wasn’t emotionally available, what with her mother’s illness and impending death weighing so heavily on her mind. Not to mention that I was her employer.
No, any thoughts of Ariel’s physic
