“Sounds heavenly.”
“Good evening, Mr. Mikhailov. Good to have you onboard.”
“Hi, Emma. Thanks. Please, show my guest to the spare cabin.”
“Certainly,” she answered.
“Follow me, please,” she smiled at Angel.
“Take your time. I’ll put a bottle of something on ice.”
“You’re the boss,” she winked, then followed Emma.
Damn right. Wait until this boss gets a hold of your gorgeous ass…
9
ANGEL
Max was on the right track if he was trying to seduce me. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw him at the pool without his shirt. The night we bonked like rabbits, we were fully clothed–well, almost–so I never got the chance to admire his physique.
The water from the shower nozzle made my skin tingle. Or was it the shower? I suspected the reason was my body’s reaction to Max. We had such insane chemistry. I felt his presence even when he was clear across the room.
What the hell are you playing at, Angel? You should have stayed behind at the villa. You’re playing with fire. Do you really want to be seen as the boss’ fuck bunny?
The voice inside my head was raging. Iwasin over my head, so I did what any self-respecting fool would. I bullshitted myself into a false sense of security by telling myself I could handle it.
I did feel much better after the shower and smelled of pink magnolia blossoms–an upgrade from the wreaking of rum.
Max was waiting for me on deck. The full moon bathed everything around us in a soft, warm glow.
“Feeling better?” he asked me.
“Much. Thank you.”
“I opened a bottle of champagne. Can I tempt you with a glass?”
“I never say no to French Champagne. Yes, please.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“You’d better feed me first if you’re planning on plying me with bubbles.”
“I’m sorry to say I can’t offer you barbequed delights like they can at the villa,” he grinned, “but, I’ll do my best.”
Max lifted the lid off a tray.
“Will this do?” he asked, looking rather pleased with himself.
“Let those plebs have their barbeque,” I laughed when I saw the large slab of steak, dripping with melted, rosemary butter, and roasted baby potatoes.
Max laughed and pointed to a table. He pulled out a chair for me. The man was dangerously charming.
“Do you entertain all your new employees here?”
“Just the clever, pretty ones who give me special gifts on my birthday.”
“Ouch.”