Page 19 of The Bosun

My lower lip stuck out in a pout. I knew he was right, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

“Fine, but you better figure out a way for that big dick of yours to give me one epic release.” My lips brushed his before I disengaged my legs from around him and was standing on my own two very wobbly feet.

A sexy smirk spread across his face before he said, “Challenge accepted.”

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“I thinkwe should ask all the crew guys to eat dinner with us. What do you think?” Scarlett, our normally quiet friend, spoke up.

“Yes, then there will be a guy for each of us,” Reagan looked to me as she spoke. I only ground my molars together. I’d decided I wasn’t going to speak to her unless it was absolutely necessary. It may have been childish, but it was better than me saying something Imightregret later.

“Who’s getting the Captain then?” Zelda cackled.

Captain Dan wasn’t bad, but he was quite a few years older than the rest of the guys. He looked like Richard Gere when he was in Pretty Woman. Swoon. It took everything in me not to say she should take him, but I kept quiet since I still wanted my free vacation.

“I’ll take him,” Pen piped up from beside me. I had no idea what expression was on my face when I turned to look at her besides shock, but one look at me, and they all started to laugh, with me right along with them. “What? We all know you’ve claimed Remy and he, you, so I’ll take the Captain. Maybe he can teach me a thing or two.”

I knew without a shadow of a doubt, Pen had zero interest in Captain Dan. In fact, she didn’t seem to be interested in any men lately, making me wonder what was going on with her.

Had Pen taken a vow of celibacy, or did she have a guy on the side I didn’t know about?

‘What?’ she mouthed.

“When we get back home, we’re going to have a little chat,” I said, only loud enough for her to hear me.

Crossing her arms, Pen tilted her head in my direction. “About what?”

“Oh, I think you have some idea, but we’ll discuss it then.” I didn’t want to get the whole group involved, especially if Pen was hiding something from me.

“Fine,” she shot back. Turning to look at the rest of our group, Pen asked. “Now, who’s going to demand their presence?”

“I will.” Zelda pushed her chair back and stood quickly. She was too excited by this idea. She was gone before anyone could talk her out of it.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to sit across from Remy at dinner after the heavy make-out session we’d had earlier while snorkeling.

A few minutes later, Zelda came back with a cat that ate the canary smile on her overly Botoxed face. “All set,” she chirped.

“Yes,” Reagan cheered. She was too much. Did she really think she was going to get lucky with one of the guys?

Reagan’s gaze caught mine. “If you frown anymore, you’re going to get wrinkles.”

“Then I’ll wear them with pride,” I shot back. I wasn’t going to be like her and Zelda and get some new procedure or ten done to my body every year. No how, no way. I was going to let my body grow old gracefully and not look like a freak show. Did they really think no one knew they were getting facelifts? They were starting to look like something out of a horror movie.

“Is that how you want it to be? Because if so, I won’t hold back, Stella.”

She said my name as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. What had I ever done to her? Maybe Pen was right, and she was jealous of me.

Instead of answering her, I stood and looked at the table as a whole. “I’m going to go get freshened up for dinner. I’ll see you when it’s time.”

I thought Pen might ask to join me, but she kept her mouth shut and her ass firmly in her seat. She knew if we were alone right now, I’d be asking about why she was so eager to take Captain Dan.

Turning on my heel, I went inside, but instead of immediately heading to my room, I took the scenic way in the hopes I might see Remy. With my luck, I didn’t see him, but I did find the chef in a panic, having to now cook for four extra people without much notice. He was banging everything around while he said every swear word in the dictionary and made up a few while he was at it. Damn, I’d have to mention it to Zelda, so she gave them all a good tip.

“Do you need anything?” Kylie, one of the stewardesses, asked as I walked past her.

“No, thank you. I was just trying to get away from the girls and decided to take the long way to my room. I hope that’s okay,” I tried to explain. There was no way I was going to say how I was on the lookout for Remy. It made sense he was working. It wasn’t like he was sitting idle all of the time.

“Of course, it’s okay. If you need anything, just let me or anyone else know, and we’ll get it right away.” She smiled, and it seemed genuine. I was sure it couldn’t be easy waiting on spoiled rich people day in and day out, but Kylie seemed like she genuinely enjoyed her job.

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