“You haven’t been dismissed.” Alex called out authoritatively. “Clean this mess up, and disinfect the tub,little deckhand.” He flicked his wrist and then held it out, “towel.”
“Get it yourself. Cleaning up jizz—was not in my job description.”
“It will be soon,” he chuckled.
“Asshole,” I muttered, walking away.
I marched inside, practically running down the maze of halls until I reached the crew mess.
“California?”
“Hey,” I muttered without even looking over at Alex eating a bowl of cereal.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, besides the orgy I just witnessed in the hot tub, and then Alex had the gall to demand I clean up his…his…,” I couldn’t say it.
Andre breathed hard, “Did he touch you?”
“No. Truthfully, I was more afraid of those blondes, the way they were looking at me while touching each other.”
“Go. Lock yourself in your cabin. I’ll go up there in thirty minutes and do it for you.”
“Thank you, Andre. You’re a good friend.”
“I wish you’d let me be more.”
I stroked a hand down his cheek, and he kissed my palm. “Good night,” I whispered, taking his advice to lock myself in for the night.
The boat was silent for a week after that. Alex holed himself up in the master cabin with different women every other day. He had them ferried back and forth by the crew on the small boat tied off the stern. I kept my head down, swabbed decks and enjoyed the freedom of cruising on the Med.
But my peace was short-lived.
The sound of rotor blades from a helicopter coming toward the yacht made me look up from the deck rail. I shielded my eyes as it came closer, the sleek black chopper hovered overhead, and I dumbly realized it was landing on the helipad on the top deck.
My hair blew back as the roar of the blades gave me chills as it descended above me. My eyes met the man’s who was flying the beast. He wore aviator lenses but somehow, I just knew his gaze was locked on me instead of the spot he was about to land.
His gaze was stronger and more powerful than the aircraft he was flying. I tried to hide or get inside. But the wind from the circling blades had my back pressed against the rail.
I was pinned.
Caught.
Trapped.
And it wasn’t until much later that I learned just how screwed I truly was.