The girls were already in a line meeting the crew, and Zelda was eating up the way they fawned over her. Now I knew why she liked to go on these trips as often as she did. This was the life.
With each new crew member I met, I wondered how they kept getting better and better looking. Just when I thought one of the girls was the prettiest little thing I’d ever seen, up popped the next one to show off her dazzling smile and beach waves that hung down her back, who was even more beautiful than the last.
Damn, was being gorgeous a requirement for working on a yacht? I was sure it didn’t hurt.
I stopped dead in my tracks when the hand of the stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome times a million was in front of me. When his large, calloused hand engulfed mine, I nearly swooned and turned into a puddle of drool right at his feet.
Pen pushed me on to the next person. Probably so she could have his hands on her. Maybe I should call dibs on Mr. Sexy. It was probably frowned upon to sleep with the guests, but damn would I be happy to break a few rules with him.
It was probably my hormones talking or my vagina since it had been way too long since any male had been close to seeing my lady bits. Shit, I knew I should have gotten that Brazilian when I had the chance, but I never thought I’d be around a guy I’d drop my bottoms for while I was on the boat.
I moved forward and shook the Captain’s hand, and stood off to the side as I waited for my best friend to finish up. Once she was through, Pen skipped over to me with hearts in her eyes and a grin that screamed man-eater. “That boy is so fucking hot,” she whisper-yelled.
Boy was the key term. He had to be at least ten years younger than the two of us. His clean-shaven face didn’t help his boyish charm. Fuck, was I a cougar now? Normally I didn’t have these thoughts, but I was married before, and now I was free to think whatever and ogle whoever I wanted.
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better down below if you know what I mean.” I waggled my eyebrows, causing Pen to throw her head back and laugh.
“Girl, you should go for it. You totally deserve it. Maybe sneak a pic and post it on social media so Brock can see what he’s missing.” Pen laughed through her words, thinking she was hilarious.
There was no way in hell I was posting myself in bed with anyone, even if it would make Brock jealous. I’d make him see what he’d let go by living my best life.
“If you’ll take off your shoes and follow me, I’ll show you around the boat, and you can pick your rooms,” the crazy gorgeous blonde stewardess, Ophelia, said with a fake smile plastered on her face.
“No shoes?” Reagan squeaked.
“To protect the boat, there are no shoes allowed.” Ophelia looked down at Reagan’s high-heeled feet.
Reagan’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “But I don’t want to see anyone’s nasty feet.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s the rule of the boat.” Ophelia gave a tight smile.
“What if someone has ape feet?” Reagan asked as she kicked off her heels.
“I’m not sure what ape feet are, but I can promise you the crew takes good care of their feet.”
“You should have requested they all have pedicures before we boarded,” Reagan whined to Zelda.
We all looked at each other with wide eyes. I wanted to believe she was kidding, but I knew she wasn’t.
Kicking off my flip-flops, I started to pick them up when Pen whispered in my ear, “Don’t look now, but I swear that hot crew guy is staring at your ass.” Of course, I looked because that’s what you do when someone tells you not to look.
His dark chocolate eyes were indeed settled straight on my ass. I wanted to shake it at him to see if I could get more of a reaction out of him but fought the urge. It was nice to feel desired, and it made my lips tip up as we followed the girls onto the boat.
I tried not to gawk as we toured the yacht, but damn, it was hard not to. It was beautiful and elegant, with every surface white and glass with gold as the accent color. We all eyed Zelda’s bedroom after seeing the size of the others. She had a large bathroom with a tub you could relax in.
Zelda spun on her heels. “Alright, girls. Let’s get our suits on and then reconvene on the bathing deck in twenty minutes.”
“I’ll have the crew bring your suitcases as quickly as possible. When would you like to have lunch?” Ophelia looked to Z.
“In an hour. You can serve us while we lay out,” Zelda said as she sat on her bed.
“We can do that. Do you want something simple then?” Ophelia’s tone said the answer to that should be a resounding yes.
“Something to keep us cool,” Zelda replied.
“Okay,” Ophelia drawled out. “I’ll tell the chef you’d like something to keep you cool while you sunbathe.”
Pen and I linked arms as we headed to our room.
“Maybe we should throw her overboard, and we can share her room,” Pen whispered conspiratorially in my ear.
“Then who’s going to pay?” I shot back, and hip-checked her.
“Good point. I don’t even want to know how much she’s paying. At least we’re sharing a room, and it’s a decent size. I can’t imagine sharing a room with Reagan or Scarlett.”
Me either. Reagan was too high maintenance for me, and Scarlett was too quiet. Maybe she’d break out of
