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"That's Brittany's. I have the French toast, and Larry has the eggs benedict."
Dane sets the glass by Brittany's coffee and then distributes the two plates. The others return, and Dane goes to leave, gently brushing Brittany's hip—on purpose. He feels an instant zing from their touch, the electricity shooting through his veins, and the two lock eyes. Dane's gaze floats to her lips, and he has themost profound urge to lean forward and kiss her, especially after seeing the heat in her eyes.
Don't do it! Back up. Move away. Do something before you latch onto her luscious, sweet-tasting lips and get fired.Dane inwardly groans as he looks toward the center of the room, breaking their sizzling connection. He clears his throat, knowing he has to say something since five sets of eyes are staring at them from the table.
"Did you sleep well last night?" He groans under his breath.Damn, that was a lame thing to say.
"I did. For some odd reason, I was unusually relaxed and slept like a baby. You?" The amusement in Brittany's voice is impossible to miss.
"I did as well. It must have been from thattreatyou gave me. Twizzlers, I believe that's what you called it. I must say it was quite addicting, and I would love to have another piece." Dane grins, wondering if she caught his underlying meaning. By the flush of her neck and chest, he's sure she did.
"Anytime you want to try another Twizzler, let me know."
"Thanks for the offer. I'll have to take you up on it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of another table." Dane hurries to a group of guests nearby, thankful to escape without making an even bigger scene than they already had. After last night, the mere sight of Brittany seems to make his senses short-circuit, and he's eager for a replay of their wild night in Budapest.
After waiting on the other table, Dane returns to Brittany's as the four older ladies and the gentleman push their chairs back and stand. He reaches for an empty plate.
"I'm going to have another cup of coffee," Brittany tells Iris. "I'll see you in a little while."
"Of course, dear. I hope you enjoy that cup." Iris smiles and gives Brittany a little wink. "I know I would."
Brittany's face flushes, and one of the other ladies, Rose, if Dane remembers correctly, chuckles mischievously. The five of them move toward the door, joining the exodus from the dining room as most head back to their cabins to get ready for the tours.
"What was that all about?" Dane glances over his shoulder at the group as they disappear through the doorway.
"I believe our charade has been exposed. Our scene earlier caused a few comments and questions."
"Like?"
"Hmm. Well…Rose commented that we appeared a little more 'friendly' toward each other this morning, which caused a few snickers and smiles. And Iris was pretty blunt. She said it looked like we'd kissed and made up. That was before she whispered to me that she was available if we needed help orchestrating a clandestine rendezvous. She said she was good at being sneaky."
"Okay…that wasn't what I expected you to say. I guess I should be glad the ladies aren't going to tell on us. That would be a gigantic problem."
"It sounds like they won't say a word. And I'm pretty sure they're finding us entertaining. So, are you going to visit me tonight? You can sneak into my cabin after you close down the bar and do sexually explicit things to me. I promise you won't be disappointed." Brittany gives Dane a coy smile, the tip of her tongue skimming her bottom lip.
Dane growls, glad as hell he has an apron hanging from his waist, his cock standing at attention. "Behave, or I'm going to make an inappropriate spectacle of myself."
Brittany's eyes slide down to Dane's apron. "Oh, my. That's making me even wetter. How I'd love to…stroke it." She laughs, apparently enjoying his distress.
"Stop it. Now," Danes hisses. "Yes, I'll slip away and come see you tonight, but we still have a problem. I don't have any condoms, and I can't leave the ship to get any." Dane startsstacking the empty dishes on the table, so it appears he's doing something other than having a conversation about having sex with a passenger.
"I'm taking the Benedictine Abbey tour this morning. Maybe I can buy some while I'm out."
Dane shakes his head. "It won't work. There won't be any free time to shop, and there aren't any businesses near the abbey. The complex sits by itself on top of a hill. Besides, we'll leave the port as soon as your tour group returns to the ship. So, you won't even have time to run to a store here in Krems."
"All right, I'll take the bicycle tour to Dürnstein instead. That tour ends an hour earlier, giving me time to run to a store nearby. Wish me luck that I find some."
"I'll wish you luck and cross my fingers on top of that."
"Mmm…does that mean you're eager for me to find condoms? Because you want to play with something?" Brittany pushes her chair back from the table and stands. "Maybe a warm, wet, tight…"
"Fuck me. Stop it," Dane hisses again.
"Fuck you? Oh, absolutely, and I'll enjoy every inch of it." Brittany giggles as she saunters away.
Dane leans forward, his palms flat on the table for support.That sexy little vixen is going to kill me before this cruise is over.
Regaining his composure, Dane resumes picking up the empty dishes from the table. He's more than looking forward to tonight.
