Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Um, sure,” I reply, and she looks at me.
“Just point me in the direction, and I’ll only open certain cabinets,” she tells me, laughing.
“You can open any cabinet you want, but to speed things along, they’re in the bottom cabinet under the sink for the dishes,” I direct her, laughing. “And the top drawer to the right for the utensils.”
I watch her walk back into the boat, her shirt covering most of her ass. But my eyes stay glued to it anyway, that and her legs. She stops by Beatrice’s bed, bending over, and I swear to Christ, my cock gets up and is ready to play. “Jesus,” I mumble, looking down at the outline of my cock, pulling my shirt lower to make sure it’s covered. “Can you take a chill pill, dude? She’s like out of your league, and also, we don’t like her like that.” I look back and find her in the kitchen opening the drawers. She grabs two plates and then puts the utensils on top. She looks over at Beatrice as she talks to her. But because of the sound of the steaks, I can’t hear what she’s saying.
“I think Beatrice is hungry,” Vivienne says as she walks out of the boat.
“Beatrice had her dinner and dessert,” I inform her and look at Beatrice. “Did I not feed you?” I ask her. She ignores looking at me and instead lies down in the middle of the deck. “That is the sign of a guilty dog.” I point at the dog before turning the steaks.
“Do you have a tablecloth?” she asks. “I don’t want to get the table dirty.” She’s concerned about the small wooden table I have downstairs.
“We are going to eat on the top deck,” I say, pointing upstairs. “There is a bigger table there.” She nods at me, grabbing the plates and walking to the steps.
“I think I’m in love,” she declares, looking back down at me. “Look at how pretty it is up here.”
I laugh at her. “You have the same thing on your boat,” I point out to her, and she looks down.
“Not as big as this. I want this.” She puts the plates down on the table. “Like, I love this U-shaped sitting area. I just have a long bench.” She talks to herself as I walk to grab an empty plate to put the steaks on.
After placing the steaks on the plate, I walk up the steps and see her standing looking out. I put the plate on the table, and she looks over. “I’ll be back with the veggies.” I turn around, and she’s right at my back.
“I forgot the salad,” she notes as she follows me down. “Do you want anything to drink?” she asks me over her shoulder. “I’ll just grab two waters,” she says, and I don’t answer her. Instead, I walk upstairs and put the veggies next to the steak.
She comes up with the salad bowl in one hand and bottles of water in the other. “There is a fridge up here.” I point at the side where there is a sink and a fridge.
“Of course there is,” she huffs. “Tomorrow, I’m going to order a fridge for my upstairs and see if I can add things to it.” I shake my head.
“Sit,” I tell her as she slides onto the bench, and I walk over to slide onto the bench in front of her. “Grab the steak you want.”
“Which one is bigger?” She grabs the plate of the steaks. “I mean, I know I’m hungry, but let’s be honest, I’m not going to eat the bigger steak.” She looks down and grabs the smaller steak, handing me the plate.
“Thank you,” I say, putting the steak on my plate.
“This smells delicious,” she praises, grabbing the veggies. “I mean, I did have coffee and a protein bar.” She laughs as she cuts her steak.
“Do you not eat when you are working?” I ask her as she hands me the tray of veggies.
“I do,” she answers, “but sometimes, I just get into the zone, and I don’t realize the time.”
I look down and cut a piece of my steak. “What do you do for work?” I ask her the question, and she looks down at her plate. My stomach sinks, thinking I asked her something I shouldn’t. Her words yesterday replay in my head. “Forget I asked,” I backpedal. “It’s none of my business. If you wanted me to know, you would have told me.” I smile at her, sticking to a completely neutral topic. “It’s nice weather we are having.”
CHAPTER 15
VIVIENNE
“What do you do for work?” He asks me the question, and the minute he does, my stomach sinks, and I want to throw up the food he just made. Food that is the best thing I’ve eaten in a while. I look down, wondering how I can answer this question, knowing that in the end, what I tell him won’t be the truth. “Forget I asked,” he says, looking down at his food. If I didn’t feel like an asshole before, I definitely feel like one when he says the next part. “It’s none of my business. If you had wanted me to know, you would have told me.” He smiles at me, and it’s so fucking fake. I also hate it. “It’s nice weather we are having.”