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How did she expect the guy not to recognize what happened here? Her robe and my towel are on the floor in the hallway. After three rounds, you can smell the fact we’ve been fucking, and he’s a few feet away. With the door open, he may have even heard her say I came inside her.

“Hang it on the doorknob, would you?” I reply, with an immense sense of satisfaction.

“You’re enjoying this,” she ends in a furious hiss.

I must have the biggest fucking grin on my face.

“I’ve enjoyedeverythingabout this,” I confirm, running my thumb across her nipple.

She scoffs at my disregard. Then her expression clears. “You don’t think she sent another outfit like this one?” She glances down at the tattered remnants of the dress she was wearing.

The possibility wipes the grin off my face. Normally, I would have said no, Holly wouldn’t do that, but lately she’s been off the rails. I didn’t expect her to have Abigail dressed in lingerie anyone could see through.

That’s enough to annoy the shit out of me and enough to get me to pull out. I rise, without bothering to reach for cover, intent on seeing what Holly sent. If it’s as transparent as what she’s wearing, I’m ripping it to shreds.

James fashioned a carrier of sorts with the terry cloth belt. He looped the robe and towel through it so I didn’t have to fetch it from the hall.

I take the hanger off the doorknob then head back to the bed. Abigail’s sitting up, her hair in beautiful disarray. She’s holding the sheet to her breasts as she watches me with a guarded expression.

I toss the bundle onto the bed then rip the top off the plastic cover to pull it down off the hanger so I can see what’s inside. The bag lands with a thud.

The dress is an off-the-shoulder piece with a skirt that should go to mid-thigh, at least. Most importantly, you can’t see through it. I hold it up for Abigail.

“Oh, it’s beautiful.” She tucks her hair behind her ear as she studies the dress, same as I did.

“I think there’s shoes in the bag.” I nod toward the floor. I pull the bag away to find underwear draped over the hanger. I fish it out, holding up the bikini for Abigail.

“Well, at least it’s not a thong,” she says, releasing a breath.

Holly came through on this one.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Barron

“You’re supposed to stroll,” Holly says, coming up behind us in the main hallway. She’s in full PR mode. “We want you moving at a leisurely pace so everyone disembarking can see you.”

Holly gives instructions with the self-assured air of a professional. I can’t help feeling somewhat impressed by how she’s pulled this all together despite the last-minute changes.

“Why are we walking by when they’re leaving the ship?” Abigail whispers, slowing her pace as we approach the area where crowds will be passing by.

“We’re introducing people to our Maiden and the Billionaire,” she says, with all the cheer of someone who completed an important project. “This is when most of the passengers will be coming through.”

“O-kay,” Abigail replies, her voice wavering. She’s clearly not used to being put on display.

“You look fantastic, by the way,” Holly gushes, giving Abigail a once-over like a proud mama assessing her daughter is picture-perfect before a big pageant.

Abigail turns to Holly, the polite smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Thank you.” She was raised with manners. Yes, my very Southern mother would have drilled manners into her at every moment.

“You did a great job coordinating this,” I admit to Holly. “Especially when everything needed to be done on the fly.”

“You sound surprised,” Holly says with annoyance.

“Never,” I assure her, knowing better than to even question her competence.

“I have a couple more outfits in the works for Abigail,” Holly says, her voice full of promise. “The one for tomorrow night is taking longer than expected.”

Despite my assurance, I have to ask, “What do you mean they’re in the works?”

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