I did my best to ignore my reaction to her as I gave her my spiel, which included safety and a tour below deck where there was a bathroom, cabin, and galley. The quarters were tight, and she brushed up against me more than once. I’d given my body a warning that there would be no funny business, but it wasn’t really heeding it. It had a mind of its own, and that mind was a dirty one.
Once we were topside, she settled into the lounge area and I untied the moorings that held the boat to the dock. “So, what did you have in mind?”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“Fishing? Sightseeing up and down the coast? The trip out to Peachtree Peak is a nice one, although it’s usually reserved for sunrises and sunsets.”
“Oh, I…” She licked her lips, her tongue slid along the seam of her mouth. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought it through. I just wanted to go out on the water. I’ve never been on a boat.”
“Really?” If I had to guess, I’d have put her in the filthy rich, yachting class of folks. The sort that had fifty-footers and summer homes in Hyannis Port. Growing up in a tourist town, I’d gotten real good at pickin’ out the haves from the have nots, and the woman before me was definitely in the former category. “You’ve never been on a boat?”
“No.” Her eyes stared into mine and I could see her trepidation. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, ma’am it’s more than okay. I’m honored to pop your cherry.”
Her face flushed with color and I wondered if I’d put my foot in my mouth. I hadn’t meant to be crass but damn now that I’d seen her blush, hell if I didn’t want to see it again.