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“I’m sorry, sir. You weren’t scheduled to be on aboard for another two months, sir. My hand was forced.”

“Well, I guess we’ll both learn about judgment and patience, won’t we?”

“You’re not mad, sir?”

“Not yet,” I stated. “But I just got here, dear.”

If my new butler hadn’t been so damn good looking, I may have pushed back a bit harder. But Deklyn Dalton was stunning. Small and cute. My favorite flavor.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Deklyn

Iremembered the note from Mr. C.’s butler in Malibu was on my bed, so I quickly stepped out of the main suite, and went to my cabin three steps away. Starr had neglected to tell me that I would receive a private cabin directly beside the boss’s suite. Another perk indeed. She had also neglected to tell me that pictures in the press or video shorts on TV didn’t do Lincoln Carrington justice. His physical presence was so much better than any televised image could project. Shaking his hand and his refusal to let mine go, caused swelling in two of my organs. First my heart and then the one behind my zipper.Fuck! He was fine!

My eyes scanned the note that had the inventory list of clothing that Paul, the house butler in Malibu, had sent earlier with Mr. C.’s belongings.

Day One.

Lay out gym attire selection on bed upon arrival. He will most likely use the gym immediately after boarding.

While Mr. Carrington works out, offer two selections for afternoon and evening wear on his bed. I’d suggest khaki shorts and a polo for afternoon and slacks and a button down for dinner.

There will be no formal functions on this cruise, so formal wear can be stored in its usual location.

I hurried back to the main suite and grabbed the outfit choices that the note indicated and laid the gym choices on the bed. Starr had revealed that he liked Perrier water with exactly two wedges of non-squeezed lime in a large glass of ice. I found the bar earlier after following Starr’s instructions. It was located on the opposite wall across from the seating area. Because the walls were paneled in dark teak wood, I hadn’t noticed that two large panels had the ability to be slid open, revealing a well-stocked bar with two sinks and refrigeration. The hidden room was about eight feet wide and ten feet deep. There was a walk-around bar that had four bar stools in front, and behind the bar was a mirrored wall with shelves that held the premium liquor. I found the small fridge behind the bar and retrieved the Perrier and limes. After preparing his drink I wasn’t sure where to put it. Should it be left on the bar? Should it be by the bed on a nightstand? Just as I was about to use my walkie-talkie to call Starr, the door to the suite opened, and there stood Lincoln Carrington.

I straightened up abruptly, almost knocking the glass off the bar top. I reached to steady the glass and decided to pick it up instead. “I have this for you, sir,” I said, squeaking like a child and holding it in front of me.

He walked across the living area and stopped three feet from me. “Someone’s been taking notes.” He took the glass from me and examined it closely. “With two slices, not squeezed. Impressive, Deklyn.” If he hadn’t sounded so kind, I would have assumed he was an asshole. He turned to the bed, noticing his gym clothes. “Paul?” he asked, turning back to me.

“Yes, sir,” I admitted. “But I chose the pairings.”

“Why the blue tank top, Deklyn?” he asked.

I assumed he was testing me, but I decided to go with a charm offensive instead of trying to explain why. Perhaps charm would compensate for my lack of butler experience. “I thought it flattered your skin tone and eyes, sir.” His eyes narrowed and he studied me carefully. Maybe he was measuring me with his bullshit meter. Had I overstepped? He didn’t seem offended, but he wasn’t revealing anything that I could successfully read either.

“How about you call me Linc?”

“Only while in here, sir? And… what about out there? What should I call you if you’re out of this room?” I pointed to the open door of the main cabin. Why was I acting like his help?You are his help, idiot.He wasn’t putting off an air of superiority at all, but I felt intimidated by his presence. Was that really it or was I feeling like I wanted to please him? And was it with water, or with him ravaging me on the bed while I moaned his name out loud?

“You’ll only see me in this setting, Deklyn. Crew isn’t allowed in the guest areas, so I’d like you to simply call me Linc.”

“Very well, sir… I mean, Linc.” He began to undress, and I panicked. “Oh… so sorry, sir. Let me…” I stumbled over my words and nearly my feet when I tried to get around him clumsily. “Great. Ok, yeah. Call me if you need me,” I said, tripping over a fancy rug. Linc grabbed my arm and kept me from tumbling. His strength when he pulled me to my feet was alarming. Not because I was afraid of him. No, that wasn’t it. The alarm bells were going off in my crotch. I loved a strong man tossing me around a bed and he’d just shown me how capable he was.

“Are you ok, Dek?” he asked gently. “May I call you Dek?” He still held my forearm.

“Sure,” I answered, breathing deeply through my nose. He smelled amazing. Delicious, actually, and I was hungry for delicious-smelling hunks like him. I had a thing for forty-somethings in a big way, and he was literally checking all of my lust boxes.“You can’t fuck the crew. You can’t fuck the boss.”Starr’s words ran through my mind.

He let go of my arm and continued undressing. “Why don’t we just get this part out of the way, Dek?” He sat on the edge of the bed and began removing his shoes, handing them to me one at a time. “I will be dressing and undressing in front of you quite a bit in the coming two weeks,” he continued.

I nodded nervously.

“You will see me naked. It is part of the job. Can you fulfill your duties and see me naked, Dek?”

I can suck your fucking dick, dude, if you’d like to know the truth.“Of course, sir. I’m just a bit nervous.”

Linc stood and removed his sport jacket and unbuttoned his long-sleeve shirt and handed it to me. I noticed the label.Hugo Boss, of course.His bare chest was smooth and lightly tanned. He may have been forty-ish, but his Greek-God pecs read as twenty. They were sculpted to perfection and bulged sharply above washboard abs. My mouth opened somewhat, anticipating the next clothing item to come off. I stood a foot away while my eyes followed his hands. They were about to assist in the removal of his belt and pants.

“I’m not supposed to ask an employee their age, Dek. You know, rules and all.”

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