Page 59 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

He switched the conversation to lighthearted topics and, sure enough, we plowed through the rest of the wine and the oysters. By the time we were done, I felt rejuvenated, ready for the night to continue.

“So, I hope you’re up for a walk.”

“Some fresh air sounds like heaven. Where are we going?”

A smirk spread across his handsome face. “How many times am I going to have to tell you not to try and spoil the surprise?”

I matched his smile with one of my own as he called for the check. Within a few minutes we were out of there, my arm wrapped around Sean’s as we made our way through the town. Louveciennes at night was just as beautiful as the day, flame-illuminated streetlamps high above, windows with families sitting down for dinner, and couples like us walking down the curved, cobblestone streets. A handful of bars and cafés were still open, the places lively with customers. A distinct lack of light pollution offered a gorgeous view of the moon and stars above.

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve got planned for the rest of the night,” I said. “But so far, it’s been perfect.”

He laughed, nodding ahead toward a street that took us to the harbor. Several boats of varying sizes were moored, including an extremely impressive yacht.

“That’s where we’re headed. Come on.”

My steps quickened to keep up with the strides of his long legs, and soon we were at the edge of the harbor.

“Going for a boat ride?” I asked.

“We sure are. And that’s the one we’re taking.” He nodded toward not just any boat, but the damn yacht.

“Wait, are you serious? We’re takingthat?”

“Sure are. I mean, itisours, after all.”

I chuckled. “Should’ve figured you guys would have a boat like that. Youdolive on the Cote D’Azur.”

“Never get much of a chance to take it out. Come on, let’s get on board. Dinner awaits.”

“Dinner? After all the oysters we just ate?”

He smiled. “That was just the appetizer.”

He offered his arm once more, and I took it. We passed several beautiful boats as we made our way further into the harbor, eagerness building inside of me with each step.

“She’s calledArcadia,” Sean said as we approached the onboard ramp. “Hundred meters, two decks, and all the amenities you could possibly want.”

A member of the ship’s crew awaited at the top of the ramp, greeting us with a pair of champagne flutes and a smile. We each took a glass as we approached.

“Right this way, please,” the crewmember said, gesturing toward a flight of steps leading to an upper deck. “We’re ready to get underway. And dinner should be done in about thirty minutes.”

“Excellent,” Sean replied.

Drinks in hand, we made our way up the stairs. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The deck was huge, and the glimpses inside of the vessel gave the impression that it was less a boat and more a floating mansion. The place was such a level of luxury that it practically made me dizzy.

We reached the top, the view looking out onto the harbor and the rest of the town. I could even see the estate from where I stood. Of course, there was a small, round table set for two.

“A dinner at sea.”

I shook my head, in disbelief at it all.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’re still hungry.”

I laughed. “Oh, I can still eat.”

“A woman after my own heart,” he said before turning to the crew member. “Please, tell Captain Dupont to take us underway.”

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