Billionaire At Sea

20

Mia

A half hour later, I was relaxing in the tub and daydreaming about Damian. I thought about the things he’d done to my body and couldn’t help but smile. The man knew how to please a woman, unlike anyone I’d ever been with. I wasn’t sure what would happen between us in the future but knew that if we only had last night, I wouldn’t regret it.

After I was finished soaking, I left the tub and got into my uniform, which consisted of a black chef coat and a pair of gray cotton pants. I put my hair up, slipped on a pair of clogs, and then sent Ridley a message to let her know that I was ready to get started whenever she was. A few seconds later, she appeared at my door, also wearing her uniform.

“How was last night?” she asked as we headed toward the galley.

“Good,” I said, leaving it at that.

“So, are you a skilled piano player now?” she asked, a smile in her voice.

“Hardly,” I replied and then went over what I’d learned, leaving out the s*x part.

Ridley laughed. “So, you can play Twinkle, Twinkle now?”

“Kind of. I need to practice. So, enough about my night. How was yours?”

“Fine. I went back to my cabin, read for a while, and then fell asleep.”

“You didn’t invite Marshall in for a night-cap?”

She looked at me like I was on drugs. “No. Of course not.”

“Okay. I was just asking,” I said.

“I know he’s cute and everything but I’m just not interested in hooking up with him. Mostly because we’ll be on the ship for the next few days and I don’t want things to get awkward.”

“Understandable.”

“What about you?” She smiled. “Did Damian make a move on you?”

“No,” I replied, not exactly lying. I’d made the move on him.

“Seriously?”

“You sound disappointed,” I said, amused.

“Of course I am. I was hoping you’d get laid. It’s been months and if anyone needs non-mechanical s*x, it’s you.”

I laughed. “That’s true.”

As we walked through the dining room, Ridley and I noticed several boxes of freshly made bagels and muffins.

“Good morning,” said Marshall, who was seated at one of the tables and reading the newspaper.

“Good morning,” I replied. “How are you?”

“Great,” he replied. “If either of you are hungry, help yourselves.”

“Perfect. Thank you.” Ridley grabbed a whole-wheat muffin and began spreading cream cheese on it. “So, when are the guests supposed to be arriving?”

“Sometime this afternoon,” he replied.

“I can’t believe we get to meet Ransom,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “This is so exciting.”

I stole a glance at Marshall, who didn’t look half as impressed as Ridley. In fact, he looked more irritated than anything.

“Not a big fan?” I said.

“Eh. He’s not bad,” replied Marshall.

“Are you kidding? His voice is phenomenal,” said Ridley.

Just then, Damian entered the dining room. “Marshall, there you are. I need you to go to a nearby airport and pickup Ransom.”

“Me? Why? Isn’t he arriving with his entourage?” asked Marshall.

“No. He had a friend fly him in on a private jet. Apparently, the media caught wind that Ransom was coming out here, so they’re going to be looking for him at the Orlando International Airport.”

“What about the other guests?” Marshall asked.

“They’ll be arriving later,” he explained. “In Orlando, I’m sure.”

Marshall stood up. “Okay. Which airport?”

“Nelson’s,” he said. “The one we usually use.”

“Okay. Let him know I’m on my way,” he replied.

“I already did,” said Damian.

“Can I come with you?” asked Ridley.

“Not a good idea. He probably doesn’t want to be bombarded with a bunch of questions from a zealous fan,” said Marshall.

“I am not zealous,” she said, pouting.

“I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with being excited about a rock and roll celebrity,” said Marshall, noticing that he’d hurt her feelings. “It’s just that this weekend, Ransom is here to relax and forget about life on stage for a while.”

“I understand,” she said, looking irritated. “I would never antagonize him. I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were,” replied Marshall defensively.

“You’d better get going,” said Damian, who’d been listening silently. He turned to us. “I’m sure you two have a lot of work to do in the kitchen.”

His tone was almost condescending and I gave him a dirty look. “Let’s go, Ridley. We’ve been banished,” I said, touching her arm.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” said Damian, his eyes wide.

“Then you should work on your communication skills because you’re confusing the hell out of people, today,” I said as we headed toward the doorway.

He didn’t say anything.

“I can’t believe you just said that to him,” said Ridley, when we were out of his earshot. “What if Damian fires us?”

“Relax. he’s not going to fire us,” I said, still irritated with him.

“Wait a second.” She grabbed my arm and I turned around. “You two had s*x, didn’t you?”

I stared at her innocently. “Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s pretty obvious that there’s something going on between the two of you.”

I sighed.

She wagged her finger at me. “Don’t even think about lying to me. I’m your best friend and your business partner. I deserve better,” she said sternly.

“Okay. Fine. It happened.”

“s*x?”

“Yes.”

She waved her hand and smiled. “I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because we promised to keep it a secret. At least for now.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “Why? It’s not like either of you are in relationships.”

“Damian said that it would be awkward if the guys at the bachelor party knew about us.”

We started walking toward the galley again.

“Why should it matter to them?” she asked.

“Because it’s a non-couple’s weekend.”

She snorted. “What’s the big deal? You had s*x. Period. It’s not like you two are dating or anything.”

“I know,” I said, ignoring how her words stung. I’d never slept with anyone so quickly and I was beginning to feel a little sleazy. “It’s fine, though.”

“As long as you’re okay with it. I wouldn’t let him touch you until after he breaks his silence, however.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to.”

***

An hour later, as we were preparing some of the meals for later that evening, Damian stopped into the galley.

“Are you busy?” he asked me.

I’d just gotten done rolling pizza dough and there was flour all over me. “Yeah,” I said, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.

“I can take over,” said Ridley. “If you two need to talk.”

“I forgot to give her some sheet music,” he explained. “To practice with, until our next music lesson.”

“It can wait until later,” I said. “Besides, I doubt I’ll have time to practice.”

“Sure you will. Anyway, I’d like to give it to you now. Before I get too busy with the guests.”

Ridley snorted. “Oh hell. You may as well let him give it to you.”

I shot her a dirty look.

She turned away and I could tell she was trying not to laugh.

“I guess if it can’t wait,” I said, wondering what he really wanted.

It didn’t take me too long to find out, however. After I followed him out of the galley, he pulled me into one of the supply closets and began kissing me.

I pushed him away. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, pulling me back into his arms.

Caught up in the moment, I closed my eyes and gave in to his kisses. Eventually, his pants were down and I was clinging to one of the shelves in the supply room as he thrust into me from behind.

“Yes,” I moaned as he discovered my G-spot, eventually bringing me to another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I whispered before we slipped out of the room.

“No. Yes. Probably. f**k it. I don’t care,” he said, kissing me hard again.

“I thought we were going to wait?” I whispered afterward.

“I meant that we should wait on telling anyone.”

“Oh,” I replied, thinking that he’d changed the story but really not caring.

Then we were going our separate ways and I had to face Ridley again. The moment I walked back into the galley, she went into a fit of laughter.

“What?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“You look like you just got laid. Let me guess – the moment he had you alone, it was all over but the screwing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, smiling.

She motioned toward her head. “If I were you, I’d fix myself up.”

I touched my hair. “That bad?”

“Uh, yeah. You should really look in a mirror.”

I found a nearby bathroom and found that my mascara had run, my hair was in disarray, and my lips were swollen from his kisses. I quickly did what I could to remedy the situation and then returned to the galley.

“Better,” she said when I walked back in.

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, though, I thought you were going to keep him at bay?”

“He took me by surprise.”

Ridley grunted. “I bet he did. Where? In his office?”

I shook my head. “No. The supply room. We didn’t make it much further than that.”

“It just goes to show – all men, no matter rich or poor, will take it where they can get it. Even in the closet. By the way, did you happen to see if there were any paper towels in there? We’re running low.”

I chuckled. “No. Should I go back and look?”

“No. I’ll do it. With my luck, you’ll meet Damian in the hallway again and end up screwing in the engine room. Stay here,” she said, heading toward the doorway.

Smiling, I went back to work on my pizza dough, wondering if anyone had actually ever done it in an engine room.