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“And I don’t have a dinner gown handy either,” I tell him, wondering why on earth the Captain’s so interested in us. But my dad’s call and all his messages to Max kind of offer me a clue.

“We won’t go,” Max tells me casually. “We can order food through room service… Plus, I know what I’m having,” he says in a deep voice, making me shiver when his hand disappears inside my robe, making me shudder as I forget everything for a moment, lost in his touch.

“I think my dad knows,” I hear myself telling Max, sounding like a confession.

“Knows what?” he asks me, his hands finding the front opening of my robe as his feet push mine a little wider apart, making me gasp.

“He knows…” I say dramatically, punching Max’s chest lightly.

“He’ll know when we see him, that’s for sure,” he adds.

“How do you mean?” I ask, the nervousness in my voice showing.

I want Max, I really do but I don’t want to have any confrontation with my dad. I just know he wouldn’t approve, and that’s putting it mildly.

Another knock at the cabin doors makes both of us jump and then roll our eyes, laughing softly.

“Will this never end?” I ask Max, who looks at me intently.

“I hope not,” he says softly, and pecks my lips before striding over to answer his door and leaving me to answer mine.

Another delivery, as if the genie of the lamp has been summoned, a suspiciously pre-arranged gown and beautiful pair of shoes.

Max stands in the doorway again, dumbfounded, then more annoyed than ever as he tears the tissue paper from his delivery. A gorgeous silk tuxedo.

“I have no idea,” I offer, before he can say anything, but we both know it’s dad’s doing.

Nobody else would know my size and as much as it feels a little over the top, it all fits perfectly and after Max makes faces, groans and swears a bit, he looks like a prince charming in his tux, even if it is a little tight around the arms.

“We’re not going!” he says defiantly, his eyes glaring, holding his look until he has to laugh because despite wanting to keep me all to himself, I can tell Max feels like I do in new clothes.

Pretty special, and like we ought to go out and show everyone, Captain’s table included just how good we look. How happy we are.

“I’m having a bath before dinner then,” I announce, slipping out of the new gown and poking my tongue out at Max. “What are you gonna do?” I tease him before I have to leap over to him, stopping him from tearing his tuxedo off.

“Bath,” he growls, eyeing my nakedness up and down, and at the risk of ruining his tux myself, I can’t help but stroke his front before we discover how deep the first class baths are, and that they have built in Jacuzzi jets.

Chapter Ten

Max

I’ve never been big on baths or tuxedos, but with Charlene, I want both because she wants them. I want her to be happy and compromising to make it so is the easiest thing when her nakedness is pressed against me for hours as I run my hands over her from behind as she lays back against me in the bath.

“Did my dad really steal your ideas, did he take your company from you?” Charlene asks me suddenly.

I hug her closer from behind, breathing out long and slow, figuring she may have had her ear buds in her ears in the car to the airport, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t listening.

“He didn’t exactly steal my ideas,” I tell her honestly, “… he just used them to get a better position, and didn’t argue when everyone assumed they were his,” I add calmly, surprised at how much it really doesn’t bother me anymore.

I got what I want in this life, if I lost a few ‘original ideas’ along the way, meh.

“You could’ve stopped it though?” she asks and I frown, “Sure I could’ve… but…”

“But you let him take the promotions, then the position that you had,” she adds, sounding confused.

“It was a long time ago, Charlene. Your mom had just left and your dad really needed stability, for both of you. I knew how important your future was to him, how much it still is,” I add, squeezing her again and kissing her head.

“And you don’t bear a grudge?” she asks, craning her head to look up at me as I kiss her again.

“Nope. I started my own company, made it without any pressure that a corporation has, and made none of the same mistakes twice… Plus…” I almost add that I got her as the ultimate reward, but I don’t say so. It’s not my motivation for having Charlene anyway, but it is a sweet cherry on the cake, I must say.

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