Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“We have a large dorm and entertainment area at the other end of the boat.”
I frown as I think. “How many people work on this ship?” I ask.
“You’re very chatty tonight,” he replies dryly.
God, too much, too fast. I haven’t talked to him all week and now I’m sucking up. He’s right. I need to calm down and use my head. I stay silent for a while.
“Twenty–four,” he finally replies.
I think for a moment. I can’t actually remember how many men were involved with attacking me the other night and I feel my apprehension rise at just the memory of it. Maybe I should just stay here. I can’t stand the thought of facing them. I stand and then sit back down onto the bed. A few minutes later he walks into the room and drops the towel to dress. His wet curls hang down over his face and his tanned skin has a sheen on it from his shower. He smells like clean soap. Frigging hell.
“Do you have to be naked all the time?” I snap, agitated by his good looks. “I don’t want to see your junk.”
“I’m getting dressed, and for the record, you were just checking out my junk in the shower.”
I screw up my face in horror. “I was not.”
“You were too.”
I narrow my eyes. “Whatever.”
He smirks knowingly and takes out a pair of black tight underpants. I watch in slow motion as he bends and pulls them up his legs and readjusts his dick.
Hmm.
He retrieves his dark jeans and a light blue t-shirt, and after dressing he sits on the bed to put his shoes on. I watch him quietly.
“Do you want to come or not?” he asks.
“Will…” I hesitate.
“Will what?”
“Will they be there?”
He nods as he ties a shoe.
“Oh.” I pause. “Probably not then.”
“They won’t hurt you.” My eyes search his. “I will be there.” He replies.
I stay still, I don’t know if I can honestly make myself leave the room. They terrify me.
He stands. “Okay, suit yourself. Stay here.”
Shit, I need to get to the control tower. I stand abruptly in a panic. “What would I wear?” I stammer in a fluster.
His eyes drop down at my attire of his baggy pajama bottoms and t-shirt. He frowns as if thinking. “Come with me.”
“Where? Where are we going?” I ask as I twist my hands in front of me nervously. “Is this a trick?” I whisper.
He frowns. “A trick for what?”
I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes flicker to the door. “To hand me over to them?”
He shakes his head, annoyed. “No. If I wanted to hand you over, I would just hand you over.”
My eyes hold his. Why isn’t he handing me over? I don’t understand this at all.
What are his plans for me?
“Coming or not?” he asks again.
Bloody hell, this may be my only chance to get off this ship alive. I nod quickly before I change my mind.
He opens the door and walks out into the corridor and I peer around the door jamb. My heart starts to hammer.
“You coming?” he snaps.
I tentatively follow him as he strides down the corridor towards the big room I heard the partying come from the other night. We arrive at a set of stairs and I frown at him.
“Up here.” He gestures to the stairs.
Oh my God. Where is he taking me? My heart is going to go into cardiac arrest at any moment. We get to the floor above us and he walks down the corridor and knocks on a door. My eyes widen and I take a step back. Oh no. What is he doing?
The door opens and a pretty blonde girl stands before us. “Hey, Mac.” She smiles sexily.
“Hey, Chels.” He gestures to me and her face falls. I fold my arms nervously in front of me. What’s a girl doing on this horror ship? “Have you got any clothes she can borrow?” he asks.
She looks me up and down and I shrivel on the spot. Who is this? She hesitates for a moment. “Yeah, I guess.” She opens the door and gestures for us to come in.
He grabs my hand and leads me into her room. I nervously look around as I cling tightly to his hand. There are mirrors on the wall and a fancy lace lightshade that hangs down low. A large bed. The room is feminine. Huh? Does she live on this ship? She disappears back into the bathroom and takes out her mascara and begins to apply it. “The clothes are in the wardrobe, help yourself,” she calls.
He opens the wardrobe and begins to search through drawers and pull things out as he inspects them.
Okay, what is going on here? I don’t understand this at all.
I glance into the bathroom and she is applying red lipstick. She’s wearing a tight, low-cut, black dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s gorgeous. She reappears from the bathroom and puts her small, gold handbag over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you both up there.”