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“I’d like a Tecate this time.” His voice is deep and sensual. It gets my heart rate going, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together. His voice alone makes me want to drop to my knees for him.

“Yes, sir.” He releases my wrist gently, leaving my skin burning and my knees wobbling. I straighten up with the empty glasses in hand. “Would you like a cold glass with that?”Shit, I’m talking too much.

His lips curl up into a smirk, showing off the little crinkles around his eyes that I somehow find endearing. I wonder how he even has those crinkles. From what I’ve learned, he’s not a man who smiles a whole lot. “Just the bottle is fine.”

Before I can open my big mouth again, I spin around with my head down and get the hell out of there. I practically fly down the steps and almost run into the guard from earlier. He stops me by grabbing onto my shoulders, which I absolutely detest. I hate being touched without my permission. “Oh my goodness,” I gasp for theatrics. “I am so sorry, sir.”

“No problemo, mami,” he says with a big grin.

I smile and bat my lashes. “Excuse me.”

I brush past him on purpose and put a little sway in my hips as I head inside to the bar. One of the other stewardesses is heading my way with a tray of hors d’oeuvres. “Hey, Katrina. Mind if I give you their drinks as well? It’s just another champagne and a Tecate.”

I round the bar as she stops in front of it, lifting an eyebrow. “Who is the beer for?”

“Señor Martinez,” I reply, and I know what she’s thinking. “I know, took me by surprise too.” Alejandro isn’t the type of man to drink beer. He’s the type to sip on expensive spirits.

“Definitely surprising,” she agrees.

“And no cold glass with it either.” I place the opened bottle of beer on her tray and pour the glass of champagne.

“Interesting.” She bites her lip in deep thought then sighs. “Ms. Lopez is one lucky lady.”

I scoff at that. “She sure is,” I agree, but it’s a canard if I’ve ever told one. Who the hell really likes to be used like that? I mean, yeah, he’s a stunning potentate with the money and means to give her whatever her avaricious heart desires, but I have yet to see him give her any kind of affection or really any attention. He hardly even looks her way. Obviously only there for him to fuck and get his dick sucked when the need arrives.

Hours later, as dinner is approaching, I’m relieved of my duties for the night and put on the early shift, which is perfect. Everyone will be up while I am down. Maybe I’ll get this plan executed tonight and can jump ship and be done with it. Get as far away from Alejandro Martinez as possible.

Alejandro

We’re sitting down for dinner, and I notice that the tiny brunette is missing from the staff serving us. She must be on a break or something. I’m not sure what my fascination with her is, but my attention is drawn to her when she’s present. She’s tiny, but she has curves. Her skin is milky white, and it was as smooth as I had imagined. When she reached for my empty glass earlier, all I could think was how soft her skin must be under my rough fingers. So, I took the opportunity to touch her. I know I may have been a little brazen with the physical contact, and even frightened her some, but I could see it in her eyes. They lit up when I touched her, just like her creamy skin did under my calloused hand.

Her hair isn’t anything special, insipid compared to her exotic green eyes. And there’s something off about her face. I can’t put my finger on it, but still somehow she’s alluring and has captivated my focus. I’m not the only one caught in her enchantment. I see the way my men follow her with their eyes when she walks by. I should slit their throats for being so easily distracted. They’re here to protect me, not to salivate over some stewardess. Especially one that has caughtmyeye.

Clearing my throat, I turn to Berto, my most trusted friend and ally. He’s worked for us most of my life and was my father’s right-hand man, which makes him mine now. “Everything still on for tomorrow?”

He nods his head as he shifts in the chair uncomfortably. I can’t help but let out a chuckle. He’s still pissed off that I brought Anna along. He cannot stomach the woman, and if it wasn’t for her supple little body and subservient demeanor, I wouldn’t be able to either. But the woman can suck a cock like a porn star, so whenever she gets a little mouthy, I just stuff my cock in it. Unfortunately, Berto cannot do that. Not only do I not like to share my women until I’m done with them, but Berto is a more honorable man than I am.

“Would you like to wait for Ms. Lopez, Señor Martinez?” one of the servants asks.

I sigh and wave a hand. “No.” I’m not waiting on Anna, and I’m tempted to lock her ass in the cabin and make her miss out on dinner entirely. It’s disrespectful to be late, and I’d much rather have a quiet evening anyway.

Berto grunts, making me chuckle again. “Why did you have to bring her here?” he practically grumbles. “It’s bad enough that I’ve been seeing a lot of her at the estate lately, now you’ve trapped us on a boat with her?”

I bring the bottle of beer to my lips and grin. “She really gets under your skin, doesn’t she?”

His gaze snaps to mine. “You joke,” he says dryly in his heavily accented English. Berto is born and raised in Cuba like me, but we tend to use English more than our native tongue.

“After this trip, I promise to get rid of her.” I was already planning to. She means nothing to me, and Berto is like family. If she really bothers him so much, I need her out of our hair. I can’t have my right-hand man disgruntled like this.

He sighs. “Thank God.”

The food starts coming out, and right away, I seek out the tiny brunette, but I don’t find her. The servers place our meals in front of us and give us a brief description of what we’re about to eat before disappearing again. “I’d like to take a look at the crew members’ credentials,” I blurt out as I begin eating my meal.

Berto lifts an eyebrow just as Anna makes her appearance. “Hello, my love.” She begins to lower herself to me, but I stop her with a hand held up in between us.

Without even looking at her, I ignore her outrage. “Return to the room. I’ll deal with you later.” My tone is curt.

“What—”

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