Page 24 of False Pretenses

His wink made her wonder all the more, and he sat up to touch her cheek. “I am not a chauvinist, but I believe there’s nothing wrong with a man taking care of a woman. If she chooses to stay home, and her significant other is okay with that, it’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

“Smart woman.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. He made a grab for it, but she rolled away. He would not be put off. Before she knew what he planned, he landed on top of her while she faced downward, his cock pressed against her ass. Desire flamed to life, and the game ended as fast as it had started. Nibbling at her neck, he captured her wrists and pinned them to the blanket.

“I want to be inside you right now,” he whispered in her ear.

She shivered. “Someone will see.”

“No one is here but us.”

“The servants, your crew…”

“I can order them to look away.”

“Uh, yeah, no. Let me up, Nathan.” She thought he would fight her or try convincing her again, but he did as she asked.

“Alyssa.”

The serious tone made her look at him.

“Do you have someone ba

ck home?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here, and I definitely wouldn’t have had sex with you last night.”

“I want you to be my mistress after this is all over.”

Was he serious?

“As I said, it’s a woman’s choice as to the role she leads. I can already tell I want you longer than a week, and I can give you whatever your heart desires. I’m a generous man.”

“All I have to do is keep pleasing you in bed.”

“Correct.”

He must have missed the bitter tone. No more nights wondering how she’d stretch the little she had over all the bills. No more ramen. At least, not until he grew bored with her.

“Don’t think of it as one-sided, pleasure all for me and none for you. I believe you enjoyed the sex as well as I did.”

“I’m not denying it.” She struggled to contain her anger. He did nothing wrong asking, and yet, it felt like he was saying she wasn’t good enough to be a full-fledged girlfriend, not a genuine one. Just a fuck buddy with the extra advantage of enjoying his money.

“I—”

“Excuse me, Mr. Corde, sir, but we need to get going. A storm is coming in.”

At the crewman’s words, Alyssa glanced toward the ocean and was surprised to see dark clouds on the horizon.

Nathan stood and pulled Alyssa to her feet. Their conversation was forgotten as they hurried to get things packed. Alyssa wouldn’t hear of Nathan leaving it all to the servants. She did not want to be on the water when a storm hit. The thought alone sent chills of terror racing down her spine. By the time they made it back to the yacht, the rain had begun to fall, and the captain headed them back toward Grand Cayman.

The water grew choppy, and the yacht tossed about over the waves. Alyssa’s stomach churned. She held on to the rail on deck until her fingers hurt. Nathan moved up behind her and laid his hands over hers. “Let go, baby. I need you to put on this life jacket.”

She hesitated and then worked fast to get it on.

“You should go below. You’re getting soaked.”

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