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I grimace inwardly, acknowledging the truth of her words.

“I know,” I admit, dejected. Even at the age of fifteen, I’d already outgrown anything Miss Opal could have offered as hand-me-downs. While we’re both petite, I have a lot more going on up top and along my hips and ass.

“Go see,” she insists, undeterred. “The site showed several places to shop for clothes.”

“Yes, but they’re designer stores,” I remind her with a sinking feeling. “They’ll be charging designer prices. Which will be significantly more expensive than what I’d normally pay.”

“That’s quite all right, Abby. I’ll cover any costs,” she says, dismissing my financial concerns. Her offer doesn’t make me feel any better. “Though I am infinitely grateful for your company, it’s my fault you’re here without a stitch.”

I’m acutely aware of how to operate on a tight budget because of my upbringing. No matter what she says, I can’t bring myself to spend that kind of money. I also know her budget. While she can well afford any shopping trips, it’s not money she should spend on me.

“I’ll wait for us to hit port,” I suggest in a conciliatory tone. “The town, or village, should have some sort of clothing store. Whatever their tourist prices may be, I doubt they’ll be as high as what I’ll find on a luxury liner.”

Before I’m even done, she’s shaking her head. “Well, at least get clothes for tomorrow, then we’ll see where we go from there,” she urges.

I reluctantly agree, already envisioning my meager funds dwindling.

“I’ll check it out,” I concede, knowing I won’t change her mind. “Maybe I’ll find a T-shirt or some pajamas.”

“Good.” Her smile brightens.

The thought of venturing out on the ship makes me feel woozy. I doubt I can make it very far on my own.

“Would you like to come along?” I ask, knowing she’d be thrilled for a chance to go shopping, and I’d be thrilled for the company.

“No,” she declines with a shake of her head. “I’m exhausted at this point. I’ll stay behind this time.” She settles in, making herself comfortable. “I need the rest.”

“Okay.” With a trembling hand, I pocket the key card James left for me on the desk. I deliberately ignore what’s on the other side of the curtain. I don’t need to be reminded we’re only a few layers of metal away from the depths of the ocean.

Taking a deep breath, I head out to explore the ship, praying there are no icebergs this far south that’ll send us to a watery grave.

Chapter Eight

Barron

The party’s in full swing by the time we leave port. The heavy beat of pulsing music blasts out of the speakers we set up on the upper deck for this event.

Austin Connors and his security team are stationed across the multitiered deck. With so many high-profile guests, it’s best to have professionals who can keep an eye on things.

“Champagne, sir?” A waiter appears at my side, offering a tray of glistening flutes.

“Thanks.” I grab one and take a sip of the crisp drink as I survey the crowd. By my account, this maiden voyage is shaping up to be a resounding success already.

I find Ethan Templeton, a man whose reputation precedes him. He’s a self-made billionaire with an empire rooted in guiding guests through Europe’s most risqué clubs. His presence here speaks to the circles this cruise is drawing.

“Barron.” He greets me with a smirk, the kind that knows too much.

“Ethan, I trust you’re enjoying yourself.” Glancing at his drink, I make sure it’s been topped off.

“I am.” He raises his flute. “I have to admit, I may have cursed you when I heard you were starting a business on the high seas.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.” I chuckle, swirling the champagne in my glass.

“I damn well wish I’d thought of this.” He gazes at the people around us. “Having a captive audience adds a certainje ne sais quoito the experience,” Ethan chides. His tone is a mix of admiration and envy.

“Not everyone here will take part in the activities,” I point out.

“Maybe, maybe just not this time.” He gives a quick grin. “You’re pioneering a new frontier here,” he continues, gesturing to the crowd surrounding us. “Your guests are expecting more than luxury—they crave unique experiences. The kinds of things that are only whispered about in the States.”

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