Page 80 of One Bossy Disaster

For a second, his massaging stops.

I can’t decide whether that’s good or bad.

All I know is, whether he’s actively touching me or not, I still feel himeverywhere.

“We should talk about it.”

“No,” he says bluntly. “We shouldn’t.”

“But why? I just—”

“Nothing happened, Destiny. Nothing worth talking about and it’s no one’s fault. Just a mistake caused by too many hours on the water and too much shit stirred up in our blood. What the hell is there to say?”

My nostrils flare.

He’s kidding, right?

I haveso muchto say, but right now, I can’t find the words.

His reluctance definitely makes it harder, and extra difficult to not pick an outright fight with him.

“I don’t know if I can just up and ignore it. After something like that, we should—”

“We shouldn’t and we won’t. I told you before, there’s nothing worth talking about.”

Jeez.

He’s seriously going to keep denying it?

“Look, Shepherd, I know you didn’t mean it to happen. Neither did I. But—”

“No buts,” he says, still not looking at me.Stilltouching my legs in that firm, certain, incredibly sensual way he has that makes my muscles gel and my panties damp. “I said we’re not talking, Destiny.”

I could push.

Iwantto push him so bad.

But he hasn’t just up and fired me, and the set of his jaw suggests he isn’t going to let me get away with a sane conversation right now.

So I change tack.

“That was you. The real you,” I whisper.

He sends me a quick, annoyed glance. “Must you keep talking?”

“No, I don’t mean—”The kiss.

I clam up.

But I reach around and fumble with my zipper, yanking it down my back and exposing my bare skin to the air.

His gaze flashes to my red bikini before he drops his head and stares at his hands, which are still going.

If anything, they’ve moved higher than before.

Focusing takes everything I’ve got, but I find the watertight pouch with my phone inside and fish it out.

“What are you doing?” he asks sharply.

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