Page 75 of Trapped In You: A BWWM Romance

“I meant that.” She struts my way, her hips swaying gently as she moves. She’s wearing a fluttery white dress that exposes her shoulders and stops mid-thigh to show off her curvy legs.

Curly black hair is pulled into a high ponytail that spills down her back.

I watch her walk over and this sense of rightness settles around me.

Never have I cared if a woman stayed or went. Never have I worried if she was happy or upset with me. But when it comes to Shanel, I can’t help myself.

I need her happy.

Need her smiling.

Need her like this.

Looking at me.

Coming to me.

I don’t want to see her back.

Don’t want her walking away.

“What are you staring at?” Shanel arches an eyebrow.

“You.”

Shyness steals over her.

I’d been expecting a snappy comeback but, as that uncertain expression trembles her lips, I realize she’s not all fierce. There is vulnerability in her.

I make a silent promise to bludgeon that uncertainty until she’s made of nothing but confidence. Because she’s mine. And that alone should chase every fear and doubt.

I gesture to the boat. “Our ride for tonight.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Powerful too. We extended the hull and rebuilt the interior. Twin 8V diesel engines. Cruising speed of up to 15 knots. She can fly.”

“Are you trying to impress me?”

I smirk. “Are you saying you’re impressed?”

“Hm.” She turns away.

I’ll take that as a yes.

I help the ladies board the yacht.

Shanel gasps when she sees the set up. Small, golden lights are strung up above the main deck. There’s a table for two fitted with a white cloth, candles, and wine glasses. Linda, my housekeeper, outdid herself.

In the distance, the sun reflects over the ocean and sinks a little lower in the sky. It’s a stunning display.

Perfect weather.

Wonderful food.

Shanel peers at me from the corner of her eye. “I’m impressed.”

Resisting the urge to puff out my chest, I pull out a chair for her.

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