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“Mmm… sure.”
She took my hand, and I helped her up, her scent following as she moved past me, blending with the smell of the fresh sea and air, the effect nothing less than intoxicating. Together, we made our way downstairs. The dance floor was a bit fuller than it had been before, with nearly all of Georgia’s classmates dancing, along with a few handfuls of other patrons.
I wasted no time putting my hands on her curves, turning her toward me. She met my gaze with a heated stare, and her eyes narrowed as she shook her hips to the steady, pulsing beat. Georgia tossed her hair, giving me a hint at just how much of it was tied up above her head. Watching her move, it was easy to imagine what she’d look like on top of me in bed, her hair undone and draped over her shoulders as she bucked back and forth.
It was enough to make me hard right there on the dance floor. One song passed, then another, the lights of the bar low enough that neither of us saw any problem getting good and close, close enough to press my hardness against her and let her know just what was on my mind. She wordlessly agreed, grinding her ass against my cock and sending the message she wanted more than a dance.
The fourth song ended, and I could wait no longer. I leaned in and spoke.
“I want to take you to my yacht. It’s not far.”
The sensual smile vanished, replaced by confusion.
“Yourwhat?”
I grinned. “My yacht. You, me, another drink, the full moon. I can’t imagine a better way to spend the evening.”
Georgia was smart enough that I was sure she’d be able to put together what I had in mind. Once more, she bit her lower lip in the way that drove me wild, glancing aside as she tried to decide what to do.
Suddenly, she stepped forward.
“I’ll be right back.”
With that, she winked before turning and hurrying off the dance floor.
It looked like she was going to make me wait. Normally, I wasn’t the sort of man to stand around while someone else decided anything. For a woman like her, however, I’d give her all the time in the world.
Chapter 3
Georgia
“Ayacht?” Colette regarded me with an expression of total surprise. “You are sure that he used the right word? There are plenty of Greeks who have a hard time with English,oui? Perhaps he meant a smallbateau, a little thing with sails.”
I glanced over my shoulder, making sure Alex wasn’t standing behind us. He wasn’t, of course, and the place where I’d dragged Colette to was around and away from the main floor of the bar—nice and private.
“I don’t think that’s the case. This guy’s English is perfect, and something about him makes me think that he’s the type who’d own a yacht.”
“Yacht or no yacht is not what matters,” she said, raising a finger. “La chose importantis that a strange man is inviting you to leave here with him. I don’t know about you, but I get a strange vibe from him.”
I couldn’t deny that I felt the same way. “You do? How? Like he’s dangerous or something?”
She pursed her lips, trying to think of the precise words. “No, not that he is dangerous. More that… I don’t know, more that he has a lot that he is not telling you.”
“Of course, he does. We just met; you think he’s going to blab his life story to me within an hour?”
“That’s not what I mean. I just think he’s not your average man picking up a woman at a bar,me comprend?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted me to find?” I asked with a smirk, as if I had her dead-to-rights. “There’s definitely something irresistible about him.Plus, how the hell am I supposed to say no to sex on a yacht?”
“You are sure that is what he wanted?”
“Trust me, the way he was pressing himself against me while we were dancing made that super obvious.”
Colette let out a laugh, smirking and shaking her head. “Yes, you make a good case for all of this. But there is still the matter of safety to worry about.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“First of all, you are not drunk,no?”
