Page 57 of Judged by Him

“Fuck. It’s one thing to see my sister having sex, but that kind of sex! What am I supposed to think? You’ve caught them in the act before. Was it that bad?”

Andrea recalled the incident where she had happened upon Gemma and Jason having sex in their kitchen. Gemma had been restrained by his hand, gagged with a tea towel, and the sex had certainly been rough. Yet, as Gemma had pointed out later, she had enjoyed it. Had she been enjoying what they were doing on the sundeck? Andrea elected not to answer John’s question. It wasn’t her right to answer for another.

Enrique checked his watch. “I should see if they are finished. How did you get up there?”

Andrea felt like a criminal, a trespasser. “The stern door was unlocked,” she murmured.

“Shit. He is not going to be pleased,” said Enrique grimly with a shake of his head. “I will have to explain. You should wait here.” He bounded up the stairwell to the sundeck.

Andrea flopped in a chair next to John. “We’re in trouble, regardless of what we saw.”

“I don’t care. I’ve a good mind to take Gemma back with us. Away from him. He is bad for her, Andi. You must see that!”

Andrea took a deep breath and blew it out in a long huff. She was tempted to tell him what she knew he didn’t know. The horrific rape of Gemma had been kept secret from him and the rest of the family. What he didn’t know was how critical Jason had become to Gemma’s well-being. Ironic, after seeing what they had witnessed under the canopy.

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“What?” roared Jason.

Gemma sat up from where she had been lying in her post-coital blissful haze.

“The door was unlocked,” Enrique said quietly, wringing his hands together.

“They saw us?” Gemma was mortified.

“Sí. I sent them back down. To your main salon, away from the crew. Señor Marshall is seriously pissed off, señora. He does not understand what he saw.” Enrique cringed as Jason threw a rope bundle at Enrique’s chest with force.

“How did it come to be unlocked?” Jason paced up and down.

“I do not know. I shall ask Maria. She was changing the linen.”

Gemma lay back and covered her eyes with her hands. What fate awaited the unfortunate little Maria?

“This is bad, Jason. John probably wants to punch your lights out at the moment.” She stood up and reached for her robe. “I will speak to them.” She slipped on the white satin gown.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jason asked haltingly.

She rubbed her eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight.

“Yes. Let me pacify him. You would incense him. Please, Jason. My brother.”

Jason drew her into an embrace. “Okay, babe. Call me if it gets out of hand. I shall be talking to Maria.”

Gemma felt a pang of sympathy for Maria. A Jason interrogation with him a bad mood wouldn’t be an endearing experience.

As Gemma headed down the staircase, she felt increasingly angry. At Maria for leaving the lock off the door. At John and Andrea for blatantly going where they had been asked not to go—up to their private deck without permission. Enrique’s absence when he should have been monitoring the deck. Where had the man gone? By the time she reached the bottom step, she had convinced herself she should feel no shame or apologise for what her brother had witnessed.

“Gemma....” Her face stopped John dead. Lips set tight and her hands folded across her chest.

“You bloody idiots. How dare you intrude, spy on us like a pair of peeping toms. I thought you understood the nature of my relationship with Jason, the sex we engage in, and the privacy we demand due to it. How could you, John!”

Andrea, red-faced, stared at her wriggling toes.

John stood up and approached his sister with a face that seemed to Gemma as if it was going to explode in an apoplectic fit. “You’re not stayi

ng here, Gemma, with that man!”

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous, John. Have you heard nothing of what I’ve been saying?” Gemma snapped back.

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