Page 41 of Below Deck Billionaire
His voice had turned to gravel, so low and rough it was almost a physical caress, and his fingers curled around the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening like he was in imminent danger of following through and he was barely keeping himself in check.
A pulse beat slow and thick through her ears and between her legs.
‘I want to drag you to my suite, lay you on my bed, strip you naked, push your legs as wide apart as they’ll go and feast on your pussy until you beg me to stop because I haven’t been able to get the taste of you off my tongue or out of my brain for months.’
Tiffany’s clit contracted so hard at that visual it caused her breath to hitch, which was loud in the silence of the wheelhouse. Theo had put her right back in the middle of the night he’d proved to her just how well a Greek billionaire could give head. And he’d made her slick and achy in the process.
‘And I know you feel this crazy chemistry, too.’
Tiffany swallowed hard. Because she did. Every time she looked at him, she was reminded how good it had felt to have him inside her, big and thick, rammed to the hilt, puffing filthy Greek words into her neck.
Her expression must have told him all he needed to know because he just nodded and said, ‘That’s what Dimitri and his wife will see. They won’t need any convincing.’
Swallowing, Tiffany nodded. With her throat suddenly dry as the Sahara, she didn’t trust her voice for a beat or two. ‘And what do we tell them?’ she continued huskily. ‘About us? They’ll have questions.’
‘Keep things as close to the truth as possible. We met at the wedding. You’re Kelsey’s best friend and have worked on several Oceanós boats for the last eight years. You’ve been a guest on the yacht but things have turned serious and I just popped the question last night.’
She looked at him doubtfully. ‘What if we contradict each other?’
‘It’ll be fine,’ he assured. ‘Just follow my lead.’
Tiffany wished she could be as confident as Theo. But she wasn’t. She was going to have to be though, because Theo was offering Mikey his first big break and she had no doubt that her brother would meet the challenge and exceed it; she just had to play her part.
And if that meant she had to smile and laugh and make goo-goo eyes at Theo, then that was what she’d do.
‘Here.’ He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a slim wallet and handed over a black AMEX card. ‘Go out and buy yourself some suitable clothes for the next few days.’
Tiffany’s hand trembled as she took it, not quite believing how fast this was all happening or the fact she was about to live out somePretty Womanfantasy. She opened her mouth to object but shut it again. She supposed Theo would want her to look the part, and it wouldn’t be any hardship to go and buy a bunch of beautiful things on Theo’s dime all in the name of helping her brother.
‘They arrive at five,’ he said as her fingers closed around the slim plastic card.
Tiffany nodded absently, a part of her still trying to comprehend the surreal turn of events.
One thing was for sure – she wouldn’t be telling Kelsey about this one…
* * *
Any concerns Theo had that Tiffany would be able to pull this off were immediately allayed as she stepped out onto the main deck two minutes after Dimitri and Helena Kouris came on board.
She’d been away until after two, returning to the ship with several bags from exclusive boutiques. He’d told her that the crew had been informed of the situation and her bag was in his suite, and she could get ready in there. And then he’d presented her with an oval, two-carat opal and diamond ring and she’d visibly paled.
He’d thought she’d appreciate the Australian touch, but it wasn’t until he’d assured her it was a loaner that she actually put it on her finger.
But here she was greeting his guests with all the aplomb and graciousness of royalty in a silky kaftan-style dress. It had a deep V at the cleavage and whorls of blue as fascinating as the Aegean as the fabric flowed against her body like water.
Dimitri, in long trousers and a white button-down shirt featuring panels of traditional Greek geometric embroidery, looked to Theo for context. His steely grey hair was perfectly coifed as he switched effortlessly from Greek to English, his accent heavier than Theo’s.
‘To what do we owe the pleasure?’
He may have been charmed by Tiffany’s bright smile, the quick offering of her hand and her own introduction, but the eyes he turned on Theo showed his displeasure. Dimitri was clearly miffed at having to share Theo and having his attention divided.
‘I asked Tiffany to marry me last night,’ he said, sliding an arm around her waist. He felt a small flinch before she relaxed and he snugged her close. ‘To my eternal relief’ – huge fucking relief – ‘she said yes.’
To say Dimitri was blindsided was an understatement. He looked like a landed fish, mouth open, gawping at the two of them. Helena, looking elegant as ever in a linen pantsuit, recovered first. ‘Theo Callisthenes, you kept this one quiet,’ she murmured with teasing accusation as she hugged him, her multitude of thin bangles tinkling at his back.
‘It’s been a whirlwind,’ he said.
She turned to Tiffany and gave her a quick fierce hug. ‘Congratulations, my dear. You have your hands full with this one.’
