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When he returned to the bedroom and found her gone, he decided to take a jog. Dressing in his sweat suit he headed out, but when he reached the track and began to run, the blonde stranger from the night before floated into his mind. Recalling the man's purposeful attempt to intercept Brittany, and the determined look the man had sent from across the room, the more concerned Duncan became. As much as he wanted the jog to settle him, the lingering worry continued. The long run was offering no relief at all.
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Fighting her tears as she returned to her cabin, Brittany hurried to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. Duncan's reasoning made sense. If she was crazy about him after such a short time, there was no question she'd be in even deeper when the ship docked.
"So much for a wild shipboard fling. Why did I have to meet Mr. Perfect? Couldn't I have met someone less perfect, someone easier to say goodbye to? Did it have to be James Fucking Bond?"
Walking out to the deck and gazing at the infinite horizon, a frown crossed her brow. Wouldn't two more days have been better than no more days? Unable to settle she ambled back inside, turned on the television, and searched for something to take her mind off her aching heart.
Kate And William - The Untold Story.
The title flashed on the screen. Not knowing much about the fairytale royal couple she sat back to watch. With a clipped British accent, the narrator began with how the couple had met at St. Andrews University in Scotland. William was tall and dashing, and Kate was almost as tall and very attractive. The story continued, but it was halfway through the show that Brittany leaned forward and pricked her ears.
"Kate did not let the grass grow under her feet after the breakup, embarking on a social whirlwind of hi-profile parties and clubbing around London. Kate and her sister were constantly photographed enjoying London's nightlife, and Kate even dated several of William's friends. Apparently this brought William to his senses, and it was only weeks later they were back together."
Brittany hit the pause button.
Strutting her stuff had won Kate Middleton the heir to the English throne!
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Still panting from his jog, Duncan turned down the hall towards his cabin, the cocky blonde man continuing to consume his thoughts. Reaching his door, desperate for a hot shower and a stiff drink, he reached into his pocket for his key, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing down at Brittany's door.
He caught his breath.
Her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, and black mascara coating her eyes, Brittany was wearing an obscenely short maroon skirt, a low cut pink shirt, and glossy black stilettos.
She was dressed to kill, and he barely recognized her.
"Brittany," he exclaimed, striding towards her. "Where are you off to?"
"The Seven Seas bar. I need cheering up."
"You look like you've already had a drink."
"Actually, I've had two," she said with a giggle.
"Are you sure this is wise? I mean, the way you're dressed is—"
"I'm wearing a bra. Oops, cut you off!"
"But if that blonde chap happens to be around, I'm not sure—"
"Don't worry about it. Go and take a shower. You need it."
As he watched her walk away, her bottom pushing against the tight skirt, he felt his blood pressure rise; helpless was not something he did well.
"Brittany, wait, I'll come with you."
She paused, and slowly turned.
"I thought we were going to avoid each other. Besides, you're all sweaty."
"Give me five minutes. You can wait—"
"No, it's okay," she replied, interrupting yet again. "You were right, it's better this way."
But rounding the corner, Brittany broke into a cheeky grin.
