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“No,” Sylvie assured her. “It’s just like when you fly on a plane, and you have to listen to the flight attendant’s spiel. We’ll just learn all the important stuff to make sure we stay safe.”
Doris bit her lip. “Okay. If you say so.”
“I’m here, Doris.” Marge lifted her chin. “Don’t you worry. If this shit goes fullTitanic, I can beat the crap out of anyone standing between us and the lifeboats. We’re not gonna be the ones left fighting over a floating door.”
“A door theybothcould have fit on, I’ll have you know.” Sylvie pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow. “If we do end up on a door, we areallgetting on that thing. No one is sinking to the bottom of the ocean.”
With a roll of my eyes, I sighed. “We’re not going fullTitanic. Cruise ships are incredibly safe. It’s just something we have to do. But as soon as the safety meeting ends, we’re heading to the pool. I want prime seating to scope out all the cubs without their shirts on and pick my favorites, so have your suits on under your clothes so we can go straight there and get the premium pool lounges. I want the best seats in the house.”
Sylvie nodded. “The pool sounds fantastic. Count me in.”
“Roxie helped me pick out a new suit just for the cruise.” Marge grinned. “I’m ready to cannonball, baby.”
“A little sunshine sounds great,” Doris added.
“Perfect. Then I’ll see you ladies in fifteen back here in the hall.”
They each gave me a curt nod, then we all disappeared inside our rooms.
After meeting back in the hallway and attending the safety talk together, where I got a good preview of the goods, I hustled them out of the conference room to the top pool deck with the three bars surrounding it. I’d studied the maps and decided that pool would be the most popular and draw the hottest young studs to it. With only ten days to indulge like I was in a never-ending man-filled buffet, I wanted to enjoy every single second of it.
“Here. These look perfect.” I hurried toward the four lounges along the pool situated right next to the largest bar.
Another group of four younger ladies started toward them, but I narrowed my eyes and picked up the pace. My feet throbbed from the increased speed, but just like I did every night when I danced, I ignored the pain caused by years of punishment and pushed on.
“Whoa. Slow down, speed racer!” Marge called, but I sped up after seeing the tall, gorgeous redhead also picking up her pace.
We locked eyes, and I lengthened my already impressive strides until I reached the chairs first. I tossed my oversized bag on the lounge and widened my stance, warning her off my newly claimed territory. With pursed lips and a glare, she waved at her three friends to follow her to the other side of the pool.
“Nice move,” Sylvie said as she hustled up behind me. “I thought for a second those women were going to beat us.”
With a glance over my shoulder at the women walking away, I smirked. “I didn’t. I always win.”
The redhead with the curves making her resemble Jessica Rabbit tossed one last glare over her shoulder at us, but I just smiled and slid into my newly acquired chaise lounge throne.Iwould be the queen of the cruise, and that broad had better not forget it.
“Damn. She looks like she wants to rip you apart with her cougar claws,” Marge joked as she finally reached us.
I scoffed. “Cougar? She’s no cougar. She can’t be, what, over forty-five? What the hell is she even doing on this cruise anyway?”
As I watched the much-younger woman and her equally youthful pack slide into their own lounge chairs in the far corner, a little snake of envy slithered up my spine. Her skin was as smooth as mine, and I knew without a doubt that it wasn’t medically enhanced as it was in my case. No. Her silky complexion and natural beauty were all organic, and the more I stared at her, the more the snake coiled inside of me, squeezing tight.
“Actually.” Sylvie slid off her sunglasses, “Before the cruise, I looked up what a cougar’s age is, and it turns out, a cougar is generally considered any woman over the age of forty dating a man significantly younger. And some people say even women in their thirties can be officially called cougars if they are dating men in their early twenties. So, she qualifies as a cougar as long as she’s dating dudes younger than her.”
The snake squeezed tighter. “Wait. Are you telling me this cruise will be filled withyoungwomen all vying for the same men as me?”
Marge chuckled. “What? Can’t handle the competition? Feeling a little threatened, are we?”
I tightened my face. “No. Of course not. I’ve stolen men from women half my age more times than I can count. I just thought this cruise would be filled with ...” I paused as I searched for the word.
“A bunch of blue hairs like us, so you’d look like a supermodel in comparison?” Marge arched an eyebrow.
Yes,I wanted to say, but instead, I shook my head. “I just didn’t realize there would be a bunch of obnoxious youngsters here. That’s all.”
Marge’s sinister stare told me she didn’t buy a word I’d just said, but she didn’t taunt me any further.
“Let’s just get situated so we can start shopping for my first fling.” I pulled off my Chanel sundress slowly, giving the men filtering in—and the staring redhead— a show as I revealed my black plunging one-piece with the sides cut out to show off my impressive figure.
I may be older than you, Jessica Rabbit, but I still have the goods.
