Page 5 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

“You see what you do to me Zoe?” he asks, and laughs to himself before scanning me one more time and growling again.

He sits himself up, shakes his head a little and opens his window too.

“You’re right… we do have work to do. Maybe later, you could give me a hand with something?” he asks, a sly grin and a wink coming from him as his eyes go down to his lap for a second.

I hear myself purring, pumping my head so fast it feels like it’ll fall off. I bite my lip, aching for him inside me now, aching to touch him down there, touch him all over.

And just as suddenly as all this started, he’s all business again.

Chapter Four

Michael

I must be nuts. If I’m not careful I’m gonna scare her away, but don’t try and tell me she’s not interested. I know the look, and when she starts eyeballing my crotch, well. It’s like running a flag up a god damned pole, especially with her sitting right there, looking right at me, all steamed up herself.

Dammit!

I need a fucking yacht party like I need a hole in the head. I shoulda just gone to her last night. I know it’s meant to be between us, and the signs I was getting from her body, without even meeting her? They’re off the charts now, I don’t think we’ll get anything done today, because there’s only one thing that needs doing. And she’s sitting right next to me.

I shake my head in disbelief, what luck. What fantastic luck I’ve had in meeting her like this. I’ve never been one to be so forward, but when she starts to practically come in her panties and I’m about to nut, just from driving a few blocks together, we both know there’s some serious chemistry going on and I even just grabbed a hold of myself and told her point blank what she’s doing to me.

But needs must wait, and she has to earn her day’s keep, and I have to get things ready on the yacht.

I think it’s safe to say that Zoe and I will be getting to know each other a lot better, but what if I am being too forward?

What if she just doesn’t go for older guys?

Maybe she does have a boyfriend old Ranka the tank doesn’t know about.

I feel a cold chill come over me suddenly, all the what ifs start to threaten the magic feeling I have, and I wonder if she’s not just flushed from embarrassment?

Going all in, I think fuck it. I ask her if she can give me a hand, after work. And seeing her head nod like that, if I don’t damn near blow in my shorts just from thinking about it.

It’s gonna be a helluva long day, I can just tell. But in the best way possible. With Zoe in my sight all day, my only problem’s gonna be covering this damned hard on.

“So… what else is it you do, when you’re not over-exciting the waiting staff?” she asks, and we both share a laugh.

“Ummm… Security.” I tell her. And wonder if security can wear an apron or something, maybe the folded jacket thing will have to be an all-day look for me today?

Her eyes run over the interior of the truck, then up my legs to the clenching muscles in my arms as I try to navigate traffic, take her all in and still look like I know what I’m doing.

“What?” I ask her, registering her uncertain look. She’s just about to say something when her cell rings.

I can see the name Ranka on the screen and figure she’ll have to take it, and she does.

I focus on the traffic, which is light for first thing, but not too many are heading to the pier on a weekday. I never listen in on other people’s calls, but with Zoe so close, and Ranks being far from a low talker, I get the gist of what she’s being told about.

Me.

I overhear the name Parker, which is the only thing that draws a reaction from me, she holds her hand over the receiver long enough to ask about uniforms being supplied, and I nod but then she says very little to Ranka before hanging up. Her long silence and distant stare out the window makes my chest ache. I can feel she’s upset about something and hope to hell it isn’t me.

“What’s up?” I ask her gently, making her jump as I touch her arm with my hand, giving her just a little squeeze of reassurance.

“I know we just met, but if there’s something wrong…?”

I trail off, not expecting her to face me with the silver of tears clouding those beautiful blue eyes.

“It’s nothing.” she says, sniffing back her feelings and faking a smile that only a waitress of experience can do well, which she sucks at by the way.

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