Page 18 of Undercover Billionaire

‘Karaoke? Trivia?’ Kelsey didn’t care, as long as it was far away from her. ‘There’s a martini appreciation class going on in the main bar? Or maybe,’ she said with saccharine sweetness, annoyed that he was making her feel hot and bothered just from his very presence, ‘some bingo?’

The man looked like he played blackjack, not bingo, but he was a mass of contradictions. Here he was, a handsome – hell,really fucking hot– professional guy, travellingaloneon a cruise ship. From the T-shirt he was wearing to the suit she’d seen him in last night, to that damn room towel, he oozed sex appeal.

Everything from the way he wore his clothes to the way he held himself screamed style and class. He looked like the kind of guy who could have a Kardashian on his arm and splash out on a suite – with a balcony.

So which Ari George was the real one? T-shirt or suit? Bingo or blackjack? Inside cabin or whisky in the morning?

‘I’m going to the spa for a massage.’

Kelsey swallowed as thoughts of him naked and supine on a massage table, glistening with oil, rose in her mind. Her friend, Sachiko, was working in the spa today and Kelsey was suddenly jealous.

‘The spa services are top rate.’

Somehow, she managed to keep her voice calm and her breathing even despite the pictures multiplying in her brain. Images of her hands on him, gliding all over his slick, supple muscles, her hands working and kneading, watching as his cock hardened beneath his towel and her fingers slid beneath…

He drained his glass and placed it down on the bar with a thunk, snapping Kelsey out of her daydream. ‘Thank you for the drink.’ He slid off the stool, pulled his wallet out and thrust a twenty-euro note in her direction.

Kelsey stared at the money as if it was a tarantula. It was obviously a tip but it felt…ickyto take his money, and she was pissed off he’d even offered. In fact, she was about to refuse but Rasheesh approached and she quickly accepted it because it would appear odd not to and she didn’t need the attention.

‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, taking the money, but he was already walking away, every inch the blackjack player.

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Kelsey was still ticked about the tip an hour later as she headed to her lunch break. In fact, she was probablymoreannoyed thanks to the continuing barrage of unhelpful images keeping her company since Ari had departed. She didn’t know how it was possible to be insulted and turned on all at once but that was absolutely her current state of being.

So she totally acted on impulse when she spotted Ari just ahead as she made her way to the mess. Totally reacted to the proximity of the staff-only room used to house linen and cleaning equipment.

Casting a quick glance around them to establish they were alone in the passageway, she said, ‘Pardon me, sir.’ She raised her voice a little to get his attention, her pulse fluttering madly at her daring.

He stopped, turned at her voice, frowned when his eyes met hers. ‘Could I have a word with you, please?’

He glanced at the door as Kelsey yanked it open and a flare of heat lit the darkness of his gaze. Her breath hitched at the raw naked need she saw there, and for a moment the knowledge that this was avery bad ideapulsed openly between them and she thought he might refuse.

He did not.

Brushing past her, he entered and Kelsey followed him inside. Checking no one had seen them, she eased the door gently shut. They had a tendency to bang if allowed to close without assistance. Passengers didn’t like it and she sure as hell didn’t want to advertise their location.

The light was significantly reduced with the door shut, but Kelsey could feel the charge in the air from Ari’s presence as she slowly turned. There was probably only a few feet separating them and he was backed against a set of shelves that held folded sheets. His whole frame was taut as a bow as he eyed her warily, clearly trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

For which Kelsey was grateful.

But with her eyes adjusting to the low light, Kelsey couldn’t help but notice the way he filled out his shirt or the fascinating bulge behind the zipper of his fly. It appeared he was as turned on by this clandestine meeting as she was.

Lordy, she wished she’d never discovered how good he was with that thing.

His hands curled and uncurled convulsively by his side. ‘Christe, dósei mou éna diáleimma Kelsey.’

Kelsey had no idea what he’d said but it was clearly based in frustration. His voice was gravel, his eyes hooded as she dragged her gaze from his crotch to his face.

‘Talk, Kelsey,’ he said, his voice deep and low. ‘I’m trying really hard here but if you keep looking at me like that… I can’t guarantee what might happen next.’

Kelsey was grateful for the solid presence of the door close behind her at his dirty rumble. Her body flamed, threatening to set everything, including her common sense, on fire. Clearing her throat, she dragged her brain back from the tug of a hundred different sex-in-confined-spaces scenarios.

But then his hands furled and unfurled by his sides again and her gaze dropped to follow the movement, and before she knew it her eyes were drawn once more to that bulge. Ari made some kind of guttural noise in the back of his throat, moving suddenly in her direction, backing her up until her ass hit the door.

Kelsey’s heart pounded and her breath clogged thick as fog in the back of her throat as he placed the flats of his forearms either side of her head, pressed his body into hers and kissed her with such potent hunger and greed the back of her headthunkedagainst the door.

‘God,’ he said on a groan. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’ His mouth left hers and blazed a trail of kisses down her neck, his hands sliding low, settling on her ass and squeezing, melting the muscles in her pelvic floor.

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