Page 23 of The Bosun

“Thanks,” I said in a tone that let her know I wasn’t thankful at all. I didn’t mind the ladies having fun, but lubing me up wasn’t my idea of fun. The water pressure in our cabins wasn’t the greatest, and it would take me forever to get it off, but I’d do whatever they wanted with the hope it would bring us a bigger tip.

It wasn’t until then that I realized I was basically whoring myself out for money.

“Here’s your drink.” I handed Zelda hers first since she was the primary and then Reagan’s.

“Did Kylie go to find the oil?” Zelda asked as her green eyes took in every inch of my chest.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good, good. Can you radio for some fruit to be delivered? Things that are easily fed to others.”

“Sure,” I said with my best fake smile.

Hitting the button for my earpiece, I said. “Dean, Dean, Remy.”

“Oh, how very double-oh-seven,” Reagan purred.

Every instinct in my body told me to back away from her, but I knew if I did, it would be seen as a slight toward her. Instead, I stayed where I stood and waited for Dean to answer me back.

“Dean here,” he called.

“The guests would like some fruit.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And they also request that it be fruit that can be fed to others.” I held back my groan. Maybe they’d ask Scout to join in on the feeding.

“Okay,” he drew the word out. “I’ll see what I can come up with, and have fun with that,” he added with a laugh. “I’ll have someone bring it in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” Putting on my best smile, I looked at the women. “He said it will be a few minutes. Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“Oh, I think we can think of something.” Zelda clasped her hands underneath her chin and tapped her fingernails together. “For now, why don’t you go talk to our Stella. She looks lonely over there all by herself.”

Stella was now sitting off by herself with a glass of orange juice in her tiny hands. She was holding onto it so tight, the knuckles of her fingers were white.

“Really, I’m fine.”

“I insist. Maybe Remy here can give you a foot massage.”

Oh God, would they all want foot massages?

“No feet,” Reagan yelled and tucked her feet under herself on one of the couches.

As if I wanted to touch her feet or any feet.

“Maybe we could get a couple of people on the boat to do massages. Wouldn’t that be nice? After we get back from shopping and lunch.”

“That does sound nice. Especially if we’re stuck here,” Scarlett agreed.

“It’s settled then. Kylie, can you get some masseuses to give us massages after we come back?”

I hadn’t noticed Kylie had walked in behind me. Looking over my shoulder at her, I found her standing in the doorway with a bottle of baby oil in her hands.

“Yes, I’ll have Ophelia arrange it for you.” She waved the hand with the oil in it. “Look what I found.”

“Oh, perfect, we’ll have you all oiled up in time to feed us. Please be a dear and retrieve the oil so we can watch you walk away.” Zelda bit on her bottom lip as her eyes flared.

Damn, I was nothing more than a piece of meat to these women.

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