Page 14 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

I help Fanny settle into a cozy nook, of which there are plenty on the yacht from what I can see. Then I head back over towards Michael, always feeling like I want to go to him more than anything else.

But just as I’m getting close, somebody else wants a drink, another spills their coffee on their blouse as the wind catches it, and so I only get to view Michael from afar, but feel his eyes on me the whole time.

Before too much longer, there’s an announcement over invisible speakers somewhere from the captain. “We’ll be stopping soon, and the island can be seen looming ever closer to our left. Stay tuned for further directions and when to make our way down to the boats…”

I thought we were on a boat?

“This is a yacht. The boats will take us to the Island,” Michael says, reading my mind and startling me. He’s leaning in extra close to tell me and making me swoon from his scent again. He always smells so damned fresh, I wonder if it’s the sea air?

All it does for me is dry my skin out and make my hair feel like a wet dog.

Chapter Ten

Michael

Calling ahead, the rest of the staff has already been to the island to set up. All we need to do is get on the smaller boats, launching from the Yachts hull and make our way across. Captain’s good to go so we’ll be on the island within a half hour.

There’s a small, modern pier and plenty of easy access for the investors. Parker Global’s first priority is seeing to their investors being able to see progress and luxury where anyone else might just see a sand dune jutting out of a section of ocean.

What I’m really wanting, what I’m working towards is some quality time with Zoe.

Alone.

Shawn’s a great host on dry land as well as Captain on the waves. I plan on showing Zoe the island, and a lot more than that too if she’ll let me, once we can be alone.

Like she said herself, and I couldn’t agree more, her waitressing days are over.

Her new life starts today.

“Take us in nice and close Shawn.” I tell him, registering him in my earpiece as I start to prepare for the second phase of the trip.

“I’ll take number three and scout around the island. If you and Scotty want to take care of our guests?”

“Roger that, Sir. Lunch will be waiting and we’ll try and save you some lobster.”

Thanks Shawn, but I have my lunch and dinner menu already planned… it starts with ‘Z’ and ends with an ‘e’ and it has one screaming ‘O’ in between.

I find Zoe with the old lady Bradshaw again, and I only have to stand near the entrance to get enough of her attention. Before too long she comes over to me, something I know I’ll never tire of seeing.

“Captain and crew will take care of the guests from now on, they’re going to take the smaller launches to the island for lunch.” The look of disappointment that comes over her makes me quick to tell her my plans for us.

“We’re going to take a ride of our own, ready?” I ask her and her face lights up, making me crick my neck and try not to growl again, in case I frighten any little old ladies, but a deep sound of satisfaction does escape me as I guide Zoe down some steps to an elevator that takes us to the smaller boats inside the hull.

“Once we’re moored, that light comes on and we can open up the front and zoom on out in one of these,” I explain to her, waving over the three smaller versions of the yacht we’re in. Jet powered, with two bigger ones being for showing off to the guests and the third, the one we’re taking, a speedboat that’s used for security and swift transfers.

I help Zoe into the speedboat and notice my hands sweating as I hold hers, which are trembling slightly.

I feel like a damned school kid on his first date. I hope that feeling goes away soon.

“You alright?” I ask her, noting her nerves.

“It’s just the water,” she says, squeezing my hand and I hold hers tighter, pulling her close.

“We can stay here if you want,” I tell her, but she shakes her head, biting her lip.

“I’ll go where you go,” she says, and I feel my heart melt, burning for her like never before. I want Zoe physically, sure, who wouldn’t? But I really think I’m ready to use the ‘L’ word when I think of her now. It’s that much of a sure feeling I have.

“You’re good to go Sir.” I hear Shawn in my earpiece just as the light goes green and the front of the bow opens up slowly, flooding the inside with what looks like a fine day.

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