Page 34 of Sinful Promise

“This is home for a week or two.”

Dasha is quiet, and I turn to check on her. She is staring straight ahead, mesmerized by the view of the hills on one side and the sea on the other. She slowly turns and looks at me. “This is amazing. I mean, I never could have dreamed of something so beautiful.”

“Well, get used to it. Follow me. I’ll give you a tour of the place.” I still need answers, but this isn’t the time to press her. I don’t want to spoil the moment.

I lead Dasha up a flight of stairs. At the top, glass sliders curve to fit the shape of the yacht, extending to the entrance to my room.

“This is the master suite,” I announce as I let her into my sanctuary. Our feet sink into the plush cream carpet, even in our shoes. We pass through a sitting room with a marble coffee table and a leather sectional couch that can accommodate eight. A big bouquet of fresh flowers sits on the coffee table. When I want to watch TV, I press a button on the remote, and the monitor will rise from inside the cabinet where it’s housed.

“Everything on this vessel is top of the line,” I state.

“It is always so perfect?”

I turn and snap, “Yes.”

Her eyes flinch, and I feel bad for being territorial. Maybe I’ll get used to having her in my space with time. I’ve never lived with a woman, so we’re in uncharted territory.

We continue the tour, passing two large walk-in closets, and enter the bathroom. The oversized shower is equipped with dual shower heads. The double-sink vanity is spotless, and the mirror is lined with Hollywood makeup lights. In the middle of all this is the focal point, a jacuzzi tub.

“Wow,” Dasha gasps. I’m glad she finally said something. I was beginning to worry that she was offended by my gratuitous display of wealth.

“Mind-blowing, huh?” I still remember the first time I toured this vessel, and I’m still impressed. “I have several crew members—men and women—who run the boat. The deckhands take care of the outside. The stewards take care of the interior. The chef takes care of the food. You are not to lift a plate. You will be served. There is only one thing I require from you.”

I stare at her until she turns her doe eyes to mine. “What?” she asks.

“I need to know more about you.”

“You mean Ratmim. Your enemy?”

“That, too, but I want to get to know you.” I approach the king-sized bed. “You will sleep here.” After I bought the boat, I installed a Murano glass skylight that can be opened and closed with a remote. “With me,” I add, “so I don’t have to worry about you running off.”

This cabin has total privacy and is the safest and most protected from intruders. We have security guards, but you never know what your enemies are capable of or how far they will go to get what they want.

Dasha is staring at me with wide green eyes, and I try to smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not the type of man who forces himself on a woman. Quite the opposite.” I wave at our surroundings. “This cabin offers a panoramic view and a deck with a sunken hot tub. The tub has built-in loungers so you can recline and gaze at the stars at night. It’s sublime.”

I decide I want to fuck Dasha under the night sky. She’s too good for Ratmim. I want her for myself, and it’s only a matter of time before I fuck her long and hard.

Dasha walks up to the glass doors leading to the deck. The door has a motion sensor and automatically opens. She steps onto the teak flooring and walks to the railing.

“I take it you like it here?” I ask.

“Who wouldn’t?” She looks around at the couches and loungers positioned around a gas-powered fire pit.

“Good. We’ll be pulling up anchor soon. I’m going to shower.” I unbutton my shirt. It exceeded its expiration hours ago, and I can’t wait to don a fresh one. “You should check out your closet,” I call on my way to the shower.

I’m taking off my pants when I hear her open the door to her closet. I smile when she gasps. The closet is outfitted with everything she needs and more. I made sure my staff bought only the best. She doesn’t have much, if her sneakers are any indication.

I turn on the faucet, strip off my boxers, and step into the water. I duck my head under the shower and reach for shampoo.

My phone rings, and I turn to look for the source. Damn it, I left it in my pants on the floor, and Dasha is standing over them.

Fuck.

I picture her running off with it and me chasing after her with a washcloth over my junk. Fuck! I jump out of the shower with no time to grab a gold monogrammed towel and get to her just as she pulls the phone from my pants pocket. She drops my pants and hands me the phone. I didn’t have to ask, and she didn’t run.

“Mm,” I growl, and snatch the phone from her. To my delight, she’s checking me out. Water drips from my hair and down my torso. “You’ve never seen a man naked before, have you?”

She shakes her head slowly.

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