Page 14 of A Fierce Princess

“He’s still there!” I exclaim. For all the men that I haven’t slept with, Sonya is the complete opposite. Her list of one-night stands is impressive and scary all at the same time. How she keeps it under wraps, I’ll never know.

“He’s still here,” she says quietly while grinning.

I walk off, so Auggie can’t hear us. “Soooo?” I ask.

“OMG! He was amazing! Like a solid nine out of ten!” she exclaims and then clamps a hand over her mouth.

I giggle and realize just how bad I needed a lighthearted conversation with my best friend.

“Nine, huh?” I say with a laugh.

“Jesus, you are kinky for a virgin, you know that?” she says with a giggle.

I roll my eyes. “I swear, I think the whole universe knows about my nonexistent sex life,” I huff. “So, please tell me about yours, so I can live vicariously through you.”

“Well, nine isn’t too far off. Plus, that boy knows how to use his tongue, if you know what I mean,” she says with a wink. I really don’t, I mean sort of, but not really. I must make a face because she laughs. “We do need to get you laid. You know what, just find some man candy on your holiday and get the deed done. Seriously, you’re twenty-one freaking years old, for god’s sake!”

I groan. “I’ll get to it, eventually,” I mutter. My mind immediately goes to the shirtless photo I found of Logan as Sonya begins to tell me about her date with Kolvin.

I hear her pause. “Are you even listening?” she pouts.

I shrug. “Sorry, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day,” I say. Noting the sun has now set, and it’s getting chilly outside. “He sounds wonderful though. I’m glad my hacking skills paid off for you.”

She grins again. “They soooo did! I owe you one!” she says. I see her look at something. “I gotta go. Talk later.” She winks at me and hangs up, and I’m left staring at my blank screen, contemplating my nonexistent sex life.

Chapter 8

The good thing about getting out on the yacht is that Logan is away from the island before M arrives. The bad thing is I’m limited in my tracking abilities while we are on the boat.

Our entourage arrives at the marina at 1:00 p.m. on the dot. Because the boat doesn’t have enough cabins for everyone, we are each bringing one bodyguard for the trip. I choose Pete, while Lucas stays behind with Chris’s bodyguard, Vince; his other bodyguard, Cain, joins us. Apparently, Auggie will be bringing Nico. Our security guys get one cabin with two bunk beds in it. They will work on shifts. Shannon and Paolo stay behind to manage things from shore, but Chris somehow manages to finagle Mia on board. I smirk when I realize there are not enough cabins, meaning they have to share one.

We arrive at the docked sailboat, which is quite impressive. A young woman named Vicky greets us and offers us a tour. She explains that she is the chef, cleaning crew, and also the second mate. She introduces us to the first mate, Thomas. The sailboat has six cabins. The captain has one, his two crew members share the other, and the remaining four are split by us. The cabins are small but comfortable. Each has an extremely small attached bathroom that is essentially a shower stall with a toilet and small sink. There are a galley and small salon as well. It’s tight quarters, but Vicky explains that we’ll mostly be up top or out on the islands.

I’m beginning to get antsy as I notice Thomas prepping for our departure.

“Oh, and here’s our captain, Logan,” Vicky says with a smile. Chris and I turn and I’m glad my brother is in front of me because my eyes widen as the hottest man I’ve ever seen in person walks toward me. And that is saying a lot because I’ve been in the presence of movie stars and male models.

How does one describe perfection? Well, Logan Winters is a good place to start. He’s tall, taller than my brothers, so he must be about six feet five inches. And the man clearly works out. The muscles in his legs and arms ripple as he saunters toward us. He has a jawline that makes me want to lick it. His lips are full and look perfectly kissable. His eyes are, in fact, bluish green. He’s tan, like the type of tan that tells you he works outdoors. He’s muscled in a lean but not too lean way. There is not one physical feature visible on his body that is not perfect in every way possible. If a man was carved from stone just for me, it would be this man now standing right in front of me.

He holds out his hand as he approaches us. I take the offered hand only because I’m pre-programmed to do such things.

He looks at me, and I notice the slightest hint of a blush cross his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Your Highnesses, should I have curtsied or bowed or something? I don’t really know the protocol,” he says as he grips my much smaller hand in his. It’s rough and calloused and for a fleeting second a million thoughts of how those hands would feel on every part of my body flit across my mind, and now I’m pretty sure I’m blushing.

“Oh, no. No formalities are necessary. This week, we are just Chris, Anna, and Auggie and some friends going on a charter,” my brother says with a laugh as he extends his hand.

Logan releases mine and shakes hands with Chris before Chris introduces the rest of our party.

“Did Vicky give you guys the safety drill?” Logan asks.

We nod.

“Well, then, let’s head down to the salon and we’ll go over the route for this week. I want to make sure you all see everything I had in mind,” he adds as he starts down into the cabin. We follow him. I notice Chris has Mia go first down the narrow steps that lead into the main salon area of the boat. He has a hand on her shoulder as he follows her down the stairs.

I internally grin. I love Mia. She’s perfect for Chris. I don’t know why they are keeping their relationship a secret. I pause and wonder if they have a relationship yet? They have to, there’s no way they aren’t more than they present to the outside world.

I watch Logan roll a waterproof map out on the large dining table.

“Have a seat,” he offers to my brother and me.

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