Page 31 of Undercover Billionaire

Kelsey practically jumped out of her skin, turning to find Tiffany leaning casually against the door jamb of her cabin next door. ‘Jesus,’ she hissed. ‘Must youlurk?’

A fiercely imperious eyebrow – Tiff’s eyebrows were magnificent – winged halfway up Tiffany’s forehead. ‘I’m not lurking, I’m just getting off shift.’

She indicated her croupier uniform that hugged all her curves and had caused many a punter to lose his mind and his chips. The other eyebrow winged upwards. ‘What’s your excuse?’

Crap. Whatwasher excuse? ‘I… wanted to see the sunrise.’

‘In your uniform from last night?’ Tiffany laughed as if it was the most absurd thing she’d ever heard.

Kelsey shushed her before dragging her into her cabin and shutting the door. ‘Do you want to wake everybody up?’ she demanded.

Those eyebrows knitted together as Tiffany eyed her speculatively. ‘You’re havingsex.’

‘No.’ Kelsey’s denial was hot and fast but the instantaneous shot of colour to her cheeks gave her away.

‘Oh my God.’ Tiffany grinned. ‘Youare, aren’t you?’

Kelsey’s second denial was significantly weaker. ‘You’re being ridiculous.’

But Tiffany in full sleuth mode was not to be deterred. ‘It’s that new sommelier, isn’t it? Damon or Devon or something?’

‘Davida,’ Kelsey supplied. Tiffany’s shocking memory for names was legendary. ‘And no. I’m not screwing any of the wait staff.’

She snapped her fingers. ‘That hottie dancer dude with the tight buns and a twelve pack? The blond one.’

‘No.’ There was significant male talent amongst the entertainment staff but Kelsey doubted she could ever sleep with a blond again after being with the bronzed and beautiful Ari.

Tiffany narrowed her eyes. ‘Why are you being so evasive? You’re never evasive.’ Suddenly, her face took on a look of abject horror. ‘Oh dear God, you’re not screwing one of the officers, are you? You know those dudes are the biggest manwhores in existence.’

A few years ago, their friend Jamilla had been screwed over by a first officer and Tiffany had to be restrained from putting a cockroach in his dinner.

‘No. Jesus, Tiff, take a breath.’

‘You’re sleeping with someone, Kels. I know you. You’re a lousy liar. You’re slinking back to your cabin at daybreak and blushing like a virgin.’

Kelsey blushed again and those eyebrows rose in anI-told-you-soexpression. Tiffany plonked herself down on the bed and patted the empty mattress beside her. ‘Spill, woman. You know you want to.’

She did. Kelsey wanted desperately to confide in her best friend. She wanted to tell Tiffany about Ari, about this crazy hot attraction that flared like a torch every time she saw him.

Every time she thought about him.

Even now, her body awash with satisfaction from their night together, she craved his touch. Maybe talking about this insanity would give her the push she needed to exorcise him from her system.

Kelsey sank onto the bed beside Tiffany. ‘It’s not an officer or one of the dancers. It’s… a passenger.’

Tiffany blinked, momentarily speechless. But she was never silenced for long. ‘Fuckin’ hell, Kels. Since when doyouscrew the passengers? I mean, me… sure. Been there, done that. Hell, I reckon half of us have at one stage or other, but you’venevergone there.’

‘It’s only been twice. And it’s not happening again.’ Saying it out loud was like the kind of finality she needed. Even if it did feel like a punch to her gut.

Tiffany grinned wickedly and clapped her hands like a kid on Christmas morning. ‘Oh my God, tell meeverything. Who is he? What does he do? Does he have an enormous dong?’

Kelsey almost choked on her laughter. ‘You are incorrigible. And a terrible influence. You should be lecturing me about the perils of such a liaison. Hell, Tiff, you should bereportingme!’

‘Oh, fuck that, lovie. I’m on team Kelsey and life’s too damn short not to get naked and horizontal at every opportunity.’

‘I could getfired.’

‘Only if you’re not discreet. Now please tell me he’s exceptionally good at giving head.’

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