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“A tour it is,” I say. “But I still need a drink.” I keep my hand in my pocket to hide the shaking. “How are you feeling after last night?”
“Good,” she says. “A little tired, but completely energized to be partying on a Piovere yacht!”
I smile and look her up and down. “You're magnificent Sophie. How lucky I am to have met you.”
She grins and leads me away from the bar without me having taken a drink.
“So you have a yacht. Do you party on it often?” she asks.
I laugh. “Enough to justify it. But we actually rent it out most of the year. It’s far easier for expenses, and really, we only use it for the occasional shoot.” I rub her shoulder. She responds with a hesitant hand that brushes my pec. I look down at it.
She turns slightly red and laughs. “That was sounsmooth,” she jokes.
We both laugh. It’s good to know I’m not the only nervous one.
“Would you like to see inside?” I ask. “We’ve got twenty luxury rooms, spas, private and shared dining, and a cinema. Lots of areas for fun …” I smile and swing my arms wide.
I watch her trace my figure and arms. A few of my tattoos have shown. I already know that women like me and my body, but suddenly her attention makes me proud of my body.
She nods. “Sounds fabulous. I’ve always liked areas wherefuncan happen.”
I take her hand and lead her to the main pool deck entrance. The sun is hot and the music is getting turned up louder.
We talk the whole time about unimportant things, joking and small talk. I’m trying to keep my eyes on the things I’m describing and pointing out, not the cleavage she’s showing. Even then, I know she sees me peeking as I try to speak to her. We finally stop at the bar area, just the two of us. I’m talking about Piovere and our ideas for the brand. It’s at that moment that she leans forward, propping her arms onto the bar and squeezing her chest into the small gap. I can’t help but stare.
I stutter and lose my train of thought.
“You know, Sophie, if I'm not mistaken, I’d think you have intentions with me that are impure,” I say, a slight smile coming onto my lips.
She seductively grins back. “Really?” she asks in the most innocent voice she can muster.
But there’s one problem, it’s laced withlust.
I tense my fists under the bar. She can’t get any hotter.
I move around the bar and take her into my arms in one motion and give her a kiss. Our lips meet and the electricity explodes. Sparks fly and I feel my body tense and my cock twitch.
I pull back. “I just realized I haven’t shown you the master suites.”
She seems flustered, her smile falters and she swallows. “No,” is all she can manage.
I pick her up and she giggles and holds onto me. I jog us down the hall and kick open a door. Luckily an empty room. I let her down and we enter the room together. I turn and close the door. She moves to the bedside table, fidgeting with the tie of her dress at her neck. “Luca …” she begins, but doesn’t finish. Instead she keeps picking at her dress.
I move to her and take her in my arms, trying to kiss her but she pulls away slightly. “Luca, I have to tell you something,” she says.
My heart suddenly wrenches to a stop. What does she have to tell me? Why has she become nervous and quiet all of a sudden? She’s completely changed. She’s completely—
She exhales and sits down on the bed. “I’m not experienced.”
My brows bunch together and she sees my confusion. “Uuumm,” I say.
She looks pained, like I’m drawing a blade from her abdomen. “I’m not experienced in sex. As in, I’m a—I still have my v-card,” she blurts out.
I’m still confused.A v-card? What the hell is that?
She’s completely different from the powerful and confident woman that I hooked up with last night. She’s looking at me and waiting for a response.
“I’m a virgin,” she finally says.
