Page 9 of An Epic Voyage

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She crossed her arms.“Why?”

“Take.Off.Your.Sunglasses.”

One of her shortcomings was that she didn’t take orders well.“You first.”

“Fair warning, you don’t want to keep Jinger waiting.”

She could stand here and argue with the man, which, she had to admit, was rather enjoyable, or she could get on with her assignment.In the spirit of succeeding at her job, she removed her shades.He stared at her with a narrowed gaze before checking out her license.Before she knew what he was doing, he snapped a picture.

“Aw, if I’d known you wanted a photo, sugar, I would’ve smiled for you.”She did so and batted her eyelashes.

No reaction whatsoever.Did he have no sense of humor?She’d have thought he was a robot if he hadn’t almost cracked a grin earlier.

“Why did you take my picture?”

“To run you through facial recognition.”

“That sounds like some sophisticated software you have for a rent-a-cop.”

He ignored her dig.“I’ll need to search your bags.”He turned to a man standing off to the side.“Gomez, take over here.”

“On it.”

Griffin took her luggage from her hand.

“I can manage my own ...”Her voice trailed off as he completely ignored her and marched forward.

When she stood where she was, he looked over his shoulder.“Follow me.”

She saluted him.“Yes, sir.”Her pace was leisurely.Why she was trying to pull his strings, she didn’t know.Perhaps it was because she felt an instant attraction to him, which was obviously one-sided.

He had disappeared into a room.When she wasn’t immediately at his side, he barked, “Any day now,” again.

That made her smile.Mr.Gorgeous had a temper.A blast of cool air slapped her in the face when she stepped into the roomy space.It was a welcome change from the humidity outside, but the sudden temperature difference caused her to shiver.

Indy glanced around.Several desks were scattered about, but right now, the room was empty.Two walls were covered with dozens of televisions.They appeared to be live feeds from cameras around the boat.That made her pause.She should’ve expected a billionaire to have the boat rigged with cameras.It would make her job excessively more difficult, especially if someone were to monitor them all the time.They would see her searching, and she didn’t have a reasonable explanation for why she was doing so.

She turned to look at Griffin and sucked in a breath.He’d removed his mirrored shades to reveal eyes a light spring green, almost gray, framed by thick pale lashes women would kill for if they were darker.Actually, they paid ridiculous sums for her to apply them in her fake job.

She was going to have to figure out a way to keep her hormones in check around him.“So, Griffin, I see all the screens.Am I to assume every inch of the boat is on camera?”

When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him.He was scowling at her.

“What?”

“How do you know my name?”

Oops.She hadn’t planned on letting him know she’d listened to his telephone conversation but she had no choice now.“I heard what Jinger said.She’s a loud talker.”

He didn’t look as though he believed her.Too bad.She repeated her question.“Are there cameras everywhere on the boat?”

“No.”

That was helpful, not at all.

“Why all the questions?”

“I’d like to know if my room will be bugged.I’ve read stories about nefarious types planting cameras in smoke alarms and such.”