Page 10 of Enslaved

I nodded my head. He was British, not Greek. That goes to show most gossip is often wrong.

“If you were smart, you’d quit right now and run back to America.”

I lifted my chin, “I can do my job as well as any man.”

For some reason that made him laugh, as his gaze roamed over my body. But it wasn’t sexual; it seemed more curious.

“You are an American firecracker, eh,poppet?”

“I’m Jessie. And I’m nobody’spoppet.”I leaned forward and whispered so only he could hear. I’d been here before, with a rich man thinking crew members were fair game. I needed to set the tone from the start. I wouldn’t be a playboy’s side piece.

He chuckled, leaned forward and whispered into my hair, “if anyone bothers you, come to me. I’m Alex, by the way.”

I was stunned by his sincerity as he gently squeezed my shoulder before straightening and walking away.

I wasn’t attracted to the devastating Brit. But I was curious why he took such a strange interest in me.

“What was that about?” Andre asked as he walked back onboard to get to work.

“I don’t know. But I’m avoiding him as much as I can.”

“Don’t worry, California. I’ll watch out for you. I’ve seen too many beautiful women destroyed by men like him in this business.”

“Thanks. But stop calling me beautiful. Did you know my High School track record in the 400 still stands? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of a tomboy.”

“There’s nothing boyish about you. And you’re a fool if you think every man on this yacht hasn’t noticed.”

My steps faltered, but I knew he was wrong. I was the last girl asked out on the floor at every dance; the one passed over while men walked right by me to get to the leggy brunettes at the bar. These European men probably just found my American accent novel, just like I found Alex’s and Andre’s.

I chalked it up to that and got to work.

The first few weeks I spent on the Oasis, were just like I had hoped. I kept my head down and did my job. Andre kept his word, teaching more every day. It was everything I had dreamed. Although, it was strange that none of the men in the crew, besides Andre, looked me in the eye.

Sexist pigs,I had thought.

But then one night, I realized the garden of Eden floated. It was another insanely gorgeous night on the Med. More stars than I had thought existed lit up the sky. The boat bobbed slowly as long rolling waves rocked it to sleep. It was my turn to check the decks, put away any cushions, and check the anchor line. I also had to drain the hot tub for the night. Splashing and low voices came from that direction, so on instinct, I grabbed fresh towels.

My bare feet were silent as I trod up the stairs to the aft deck.

I paused, shocked at what I saw.

Alex was standing up. He was so tall that his huge, curved cock stood out of the water as one of the blondes he boarded with sucked him greedily.

The other blonde knelt naked in the water behind him. She licked his ass, her tongue darting between his muscled cheeks. He groaned in pleasure, his fists buried in the first girl’s wet hair.

Water sloshed all over the deck as their ministrations caused it to spill over the sides.

His eyes popped open, sensing there was an intruder.

“Care to join,poppet?”

The towels dropped from my hands as he groaned, coming in front of me. The blonde’s throat worked as she swallowed it all and the other one sensing his orgasm—withdrew her face and inserted two fingers into his ass.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

He leaned back against the hot tub without a care in the world as the two women started making out, rubbing each other’s crotches since it was clear he was done.

I averted my eyes, mumbling an apology and walked backward.

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