Page 7 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

“Nice…” I hear myself say, automatically thinking about everything that could go wrong, looking for lifeboats and wondering how many stairs I’ll have to be climbing all day.

It’s a bad habit of mine, but I do tend to dwell on the worst case scenarios, even when faced with a day out on a multi-million dollar luxury boat.

Yacht…

“Perfect.” I hear Michael say, then turn to notice he’s looking at me, not the yacht which makes me blush again.

“I want to see you a little more confident today, Zoe.” He says firmly. “I’m security, yeah. But I’m also the face of Parker Global today, and so are you…”

“Sorry about before,” I say out of reflex, “All that about my dad and all… I just… I dunno, you’re right, today’s all about Parker Global and keeping those guests fed and happy. I won’t let you down,” I tell him and I mean it. At least, I’ll try not to.

“Is there somewhere to change?” I ask, trying to look ready for work, but Michael doesn’t seem in a hurry, he sits opposite me on the bench seat, seeming to enjoy it with just us, which I do too, but after the speech he just made about work, I feel almost confused.

“Yep. We can get changed. I have a monkey suit in there somewhere,” he says absently, his chin jutting towards the yacht.

“I was just… planning my day. There’s a lot to do, but at the same time… not a lot to do.”

He suddenly hops out of the truck and I try opening the door, which seems stuck.

Michael comes over and lifts the door while I try the handle again, the whole truck moves up about a foot and I can see Michaels body exploding under his shirt. He smiles sheepishly, apologizing for the door as he helps me out of the truck.

“It gets jammed sometimes… I don’t usually have a lot of passengers.” He says shyly, his huge arm bulging again as he helps me down with it. A true gentleman.

I’m right back to useless again, with a fresh rise of dampness and my legs feel like jelly, but I’ve made it through worse shifts and by the time he shows me to a female change room, with racks of uniforms of all sizes and a choice of two colors, I breathe a little sigh of relief.

Not a bathing suit to be seen. Thank fuck for that.

“Pick something with white…” he calls out, his voice and footfalls disappearing far enough to give instructions to someone else as I hear a van or truck pulling up, so I choose the white on white top with a black skirt and white apron.

There’s a standard looking headpiece, which I pin into my hair after putting it up into a tight bun. A few sober smears of powder from my make-up bag, a little lip gloss and I look perfectly ordinary. Which is why I love this work, I can blend in by being thoroughly un-exciting.

A nobody.

I feel safe knowing I’m in uniform, back at work. All my insecurities seem to vanish whenever I start. I’m always a bag of nerves just before a job, but once I’ve turned and dressed up, the rest is automatic.

Except today.

Today I have the world’s biggest distraction.

Michael.

What’s his surname? I forgot to ask…

“You look… Beautiful…” he stammers, blocking my way as I leave the dressing room, his eyes running up and down my body, sending fresh shivers through me with each pass they make.

I should feel self-conscious, embarrassed. But when Michael looks at me like this, when he compliments me, it’s so natural. I feel like it’s the only genuine compliment I’ve ever had.

He holds his chin with his thumb and finger, deep in thought for a moment as he studies me.

“We need more of you showing… but not too much.” He clips, and I gasp as he takes a sure step forward, his body an inch from mine in an instant.

“May I?” he asks, his hand hovering near my neckline.

I nod quickly, if only to stop another one of those weird sounds coming out of me.

Undoing the top two buttons, he uses both his hands to straighten my blouse’s collar, gripping it tightly and then pulling me even closer making me squeak.

I can feel his breath on mine, my lips quivering and my knees feeling like they’ll give out.

He inhales deeply again, breathing me in and closing his eyes as his lips move slowly towards mine.

He stops short, opening his eyes and making mine widen with a start.

“You’re mine now, Zoe. Aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine.”

“For today you mean, for the shift?” I ask, not wanting to believe he could mean it any other way.

He leans in close again, so close I do make a sound. A tiny little mewing squeak of a sound as he lets his lower lip touch mine, only ever so gently.

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