The moonlight cast a pale glow on Andrew’s face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones, his long nose, and his deep-set eyes. He’d shaved this morning, but his beard was already growing in again. I wondered how his stubble would feel rubbing against my lips, my inner thighs, my arse. God, just thinking about Andrew’s face between my arse cheeks made my body shiver uncontrollably. My sudden arousal was so unexpectedly good I wanted to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible. It was what I needed, craved. But I couldn’t do anything about it.Fuck.
“He said you weren’t…” Andrew cleared his throat. “Aroused.”
Talk about irony. All it took was one look at Andrew and I was now ready to fuck.
“Then he said you were overtired and asked him to leave.”
“It’s true. Everything he said is true.”
“But he didn’t need to tell me your personal details. You have a right to your privacy,” Andrew growled.
“Yes, but I shouldn’t have asked him back here. I knew that I wasn’t into him, but I needed a distraction. A temporary diversion from my so-called life. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Why do you need a distraction? What’s wrong with your life?” Andrew asked softly.
I could lose the company that means everything to me, and what would be left?
I glanced at him and sighed. For one moment and in the safety of darkness, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the slight motion of the yacht hypnotised me into believing that something special was happening. In this hazy fantasy, Andrew could be mine. My chest tightened as I remembered who I was and where I was, and I shook my head at my inane musings.
“Go to bed, Andrew. Enjoy your day off tomorrow,” I murmured.
Andrew’s footsteps grew distant, and I breathed out another sigh. Looking up at the glimmering stars, I made a wish. I made several. They were all irrational, silly, stupid.
Good thing I didn’t believe in wishes.
* * *
ANDREW
I reluctantly walked away when every instinct I had told me to turn around and reach out to Rowan. I wanted to ease the hurt and embarrassment I saw on his face. Which was so unlike me since I never felt this protective about anyone, outside of my family and friends. Maybe Anton at one point. Certainly not any of my lovers. Not that Rowan and I were lovers. Or would be.
Still, I couldn’t deny the intense pull the man had on me. Every time I was in Rowan’s vicinity, my clothes were too tight, my skin too hot, and my eyes unable to look away. And it wasn’t just my physical reaction. There was also a great curiosity to know Rowan’s mind. Why did he need a distraction? And how was it that a man who wanted for nothing seemed dissatisfied with everything?
As I made my way down the long corridor to my bunk, my phone pinged.
Rowan:Charlie’s back. I spoke to him and apologized for the late hour. He’ll be ready to take you to shore anytime you wish tomorrow
Andrew:thank you
Rowan:my pleasure
My fingers typed before I could stop myself.
Andrew:why don’t you and Dylan come with?
Rowan:I don’t think that’s appropriate. And I have work.
Andrew:theoretically you’re not my boss for 8 hours. And even billionaires need a day off.I’ve booked your other guests on a guided excursion.
Rowan:I – we - don’t want to interrupt your personal time
Andrew:We can tour the island, enjoy lunch at the private beach club. Just three guys hanging out.
I watched and waited as three tiny dots appeared on my screen. Then disappeared. I waited. And waited.
Rowan:that sounds nice
Andrew:10?