I was trying to get to know her, although it wasn’t my typical style with a woman. I shifted my chair so I could look at her better. “Would it matter if I was?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Doesn’t affect me. You’re definitely not my type.”
“Is that right?”
“You’re an excellent kisser,” she said as if she were remarking on my job performance.
“Erm, thank you.”
“It’s a good skill to have.” She pinched her eyebrows together as if she wanted me to know she was being entirely serious.
“Well, you’re excellent at a lot of things,” I said. “Naked things. Dressed things. Eating curry.”
“Careful, we might end up friends,” she replied. “Especially given our two best frien
ds don’t notice us any time we come out.”
“I guess we just have to make the best of a bad situation and agree to be friends. Friends who fancy each other a little bit,” I said, wanting to see how she reacted to me admitting that I found her attractive.
“Fancy each other? Is that a British thing?” She strung out the word, elongating the “a” which sounded cute.
“Yeah—you know, find each other attractive. Like each other.”
“Okay,” she said. “I can admit that I fancy you a little bit. Not that it means that I want anything to happen between us.”
I laughed. “Good to know. And I fancy you a little bit, too.”
“What are you two giggling about?” August unwrapped an arm from Harvey and took a swig of his beer.
“We’re not giggling. We’re occupying ourselves rather than sit here and watch you two dry hump each other,” Skylar said.
I chuckled and scooped up another bite of curry.
August sighed. “Well, if you’re not going to bang, which, for the record, I think you totally should, you would have such beautiful babies together—”
“We’re not going to bang. Say another word about it, August, and I’m going to stab you through the eye with this fork,” Skylar said, waving a fork in the air, grinning.
“Okay, so as I was saying, if my best-case scenario isn’t going to happen, then maybe you can be each other’s wingman. Landon, you can find my friend a rich, hot, single, straight husband, right?”
“He can help her stay out of trouble until she finds one,” Harvey interrupted.
“Sounds like I need to be more like a chaperone,” I replied.
“And I don’t need either,” Skylar said. “Tonight, carbs are enough.”
I chuckled. I didn’t spend much time with women outside the bedroom, but the more time I spent with Skylar, the more I wanted.
Fifteen
Skylar
As soon as we’d left the curry house, August and Harvey disappeared, leaving Landon and me alone to go back to the yacht. Together. Landon’s geography was increasingly a problem for me. If he wasn’t around, I wouldn’t be thinking about him. If he hadn’t been at the curry house, we wouldn’t have ended up talking and he wouldn’t have asked me a thousand questions as if he wanted to know me from the inside out. And if I hadn’t slept with him, I wouldn’t be thinking about his hard thighs or rough beard that reappeared every evening despite the fact that he shaved every morning.
And that was a problem because I didn’t want to be attracted to Landon or any man. I didn’t want the complication. I liked to keep things clean and straightforward. I didn’t date. I didn’t want to date.
“You’ll get your cabin to yourself tonight,” Landon said as we boarded the Sapphire.
“Which will be nice because August has been known to snore.”