Page 71 of Eat Your Heart Out
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Gerard
I half wanted to end the tour and take her back to my room. However, I was a gentleman, and Ali needed extra care. And tonight, I refused to get ahead of myself.
The pilot and guide gave us a tour, keeping her engaged and asking questions for the hour.
Then she tapped my leg, and I met her gaze. She took her headset off. “The moon is starting to come out. Set us down so we can explore the docks and we can do our work for the blog.”
I spoke to the pilot, and we returned to the yacht and the helipad. We parked on the top of the ship, as the pilot would have to recharge it, and Zheng opened the door for us.
We stepped out, and Ali almost stumbled.
I pressed my hand on her back to keep her steady. “Need to change your shoes?”
She nodded and took off the heels, not caring that she stepped with her bare feet. “Good idea.” She shuffled off.
I tipped the tour guide and went to find her. However, she was already returning in sandals. I waited on the top step for her. The ease of her movement was another reminder that she might be happy with me.
I hoped so. She was the only woman I’d ever given my heart to. When she joined me, my skin buzzed with awareness.
I placed my hand on her back. “Are we going to walk half the evening away to find something authentic for you?”
She shook her head then pointed to the end of the docks. “No. I downloaded an app for cheap eats. We’re going up a flight of stairs, second door from the docks.”
I decided not to worry about the future for the time being. I had the prettiest woman I’d ever met with me. I pressed my hand to my heart. “So close?”
She linked her arm with mine as we walked off the gangway. “I guess dreamboats like you all have staff, and it’s a staff and local favorite.”
All was good. She sashayed with a sexy twist of her hips. I loved watching, knowing I was the only person who had seen her naked.
I half wanted to ditch the blogs and bring her back to the yacht. We hadn’t had sex in days, but I had hope strumming through my veins.
Fandango music blared outside the door. As we opened it, half the people were singing along and others were dancing.
I tilted my head. “Wait. It’s a bar.”
She tugged me inside, and for a moment, I wondered if she was a flamenco dancer and if I would have to ask my brother how to keep up. Maman had put us all in dance classes, but I’d avoided flitting around the floor for years.
Ali pointed to a corner that had a few couples. “With a dance floor.”
I jerked to a stop. I’d never had a desire to make a spectacle of myself. I wasn’t the rest of my family. However, Ali looked so adorable. I put one foot in front of the other and followed her as she dragged me forward. “Dance?”
She squeezed my ass and winked at me. “You said you’re not your brother, but let’s see you move.”
As she wiggled around me, my body grew harder. She was sexy as hell, and I needed more than a taste. It had been too damn long already, and if she was staying, life was good.
