Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I understood that. I’d been working long hours away from home when all my friends from high school had been drowning in Jell-O shots. “Yeah. I never did the college experience thing either.”
“It seems we have that in common—we both take our work a little too seriously,” he said.
Pleasure bloomed in my chest at him acknowledging my job. I did work hard, and I might not make millions but that didn’t mean I wasn’t committed and focused. “Yeah. The hours are long and it’s nonstop all day.”
“We both probably should have a little more fun.” His eyebrows pulsed up suggestively, so different from the intense, focused, private man I saw most of the time. Was he intimating that we have fun together or just generally? If any other guy had said that I would know they were coming on to me, but Hayden was . . . different. Interesting. Confusing.
“We have plenty of tequila on board,” I said. “And then there’s always the inflatable banana.”
Hayden let out a roaring laugh and leaned back on the railings. “You were right about me when you said I wasn’t the banana boat kind of guy. Like you say yourself, you read people well.”
“Sometimes.” Not with you, I thought. I should have excused myself. I should have made an excuse about towels or something, but I wanted him to tell me more, give me more. “You must have some vices even if inflatable bananas aren’t among them.”
“Don’t we all?” He paused, holding my gaze, his tongue darting out to catch the dot of foam that collected at the edge of his mouth. “Women, for one.”
I nodded slowly. Of course he was a womanizer. I wasn’t even into guys like him and I was completely attracted. My stomach swooped and my breathing echoed off the deck, mixing with the hard syllables of what he’d just said. Did he mean to be provocative? It was as if he’d hypnotized me with his stare—I couldn’t look away.
He smirked and took another sip of coffee. “But work has always been my drug of choice.”
I couldn’t help but wonder what drove him to work so hard. It couldn’t just be about the money even though he might say different. It must go beyond that. “I can tell.”
“What about you?” he asked. “You can’t be quite as perfect as you seem to be.”
“I seem perfect?” I scrunched up my nose. Was that how he saw me? Did that mean cold and officious? “I’m anything but. It’s my job to ensure whatever I’m thinking on the inside doesn’t reflect on the outside.”
He trailed his thumb over the scruff of his beard. Today was the first time I’d not seen him clean-shaven. It suited him. “I thought I had the best poker face in town, but you put me to shame.”
“I’m well practiced. Some of the things we’re asked for . . .” I exhaled, glancing into the interior. I should have left, gone back to the galley. “It would blow your mind.”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to elaborate.
“You get the usual stuff—caviar flown in from Russia, unusual wines, that kind of thing. And then people who want certain types of bedding or special doggy menus. I once got a request for white kittens for a six-year-old. We had to go and buy cats for this kid.” I shook my head. “That kept her entertained for twenty minutes and then we had to rush around finding homes for them all. And then last season the whole crew had to call some guests ‘Your Majesty’ and curtsey whenever we addressed them.”
“Wow.” A smile flirted at the corners of his lips and the sun seemed to shine just a bit brighter for a few seconds.
“And last year I had a guest ask that wait staff serve their final dinner in a thong.”
Hayden frowned. “Topless?”
I laughed. It had been such a ludicrous request. “Yeah. A black lace thong and nothing else.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize that was an option. I should have taken more notice of that form you had me fill out.”
I glared at him and then laughed.
“Did you do it?”
I held his gaze but shook my head. “No, but you can never say no, right? I had the deck crew guys turn into waitresses for the night. They took their shirts off and wore a thong over their boxers. The guests had a sense of humor about it, at least.”
“Can’t say no?” he asked. “Because the client is always right.”
“Of course.” I curved my mouth into my usual, at-your-service smile. It felt as though he was digging for something. I just wasn’t sure what. “I just try to focus on the job. Isn’t that what you do?”
“Put the work first? Absolutely.” He held my gaze. Seconds ticked by, and I felt as if I were being pulled toward him, the barrier between guest and crew dissolving in the heat.