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Chris could still hear Jamie in the shower upstairs and took the opportunity to send Hall a small email. He was really going to have to put in more effort with daily status updates, or it wouldn’t be the fact that he was fucking President Barratt’s son that got him kicked out of his job after all.
* * * *
“Have you ever been sailing, Chris?” Jamie asked, looking at him.
Chris raised an eyebrow, never taking his eyes from the road. “I grew up in Brooklyn. What do you think?”
Jamie took a sip of his double shot mocha as they pulled out of the Starbucks drive-through. It was a cold day, but it was still and sunny—typical for early March.
“I’ve got a small motor yacht moored at the harbor,” he said. “It’s a really nice day to take a trip out—calm waters, clear skies. Doesn’t need anyone but me to steer it, so it can just be the two of us. What do you think?”
Chris’s mouth twitched at the corners. “I’ll have to call it in. Let the guys at the house know where we are, call Hall…”
“That’s fine.” Jamie grinned. “You have to take my security seriously, I understand.”
Chris drove them to the harbor and made all the relevant calls whilst Jamie phoned the harbormaster and got the boat ready. Chris was deeply impressed, standing on the jetty looking at thesmallyacht. It was nothing like he had imagined it to be—painted a smooth metallic green with white, light pine decking, and seriously quite large for a boat.
Jamie beamed down at him, hand outstretched. “Want the tour?”
Chris nodded, dumbstruck, and allowed himself to be pulled aboard.
It was so clean, so shiny. The deck housed a semi-circular couch, cream and green pinstripe with plush cushions and a mahogany table. A sunshade covered it, but Chris also noticed that there was a rain cover that would envelop the whole deck, too. Inside there was more plush cream in the shape of soft carpet underfoot and more mahogany—the wheel, the panels, another table. There were screens set into the panels and buttons and levers and Chris had no idea what any of them were for, but they looked impressive. The stairs were also mahogany and led down to a tiny kitchenette with a couch and a TV, and branching off was a small bathroom, and a room with a double bed, decked out in the same cream and green pinstripe. The whole thing was gorgeous.
“This is yours?” Chris asked. “I mean, you actually own this thing?”
Jamie folded his arms over his chest. “Yes, I do. It was my twenty-first birthday present, and yes, I know I’m an entitled brat.”
“You certainly are,” Chris replied, shaking his head but grinning. Jamie looked so damn pleased with himself. Chris wanted nothing more than to pull him in and kiss him, but alas, they were still docked, and the harbor was full.
Thankfully, Jamie seemed to read his mind. “What do you say to starting this thing up and taking it somewhere a bit more private?”
“I’d say that sounds perfect.”
* * * *
Half an hour later, they were sitting in the Atlantic Ocean, Chris with Boomer on the outside couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as Jamie dropped the anchor, killed the engine, and walked outside, holding a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvée and two glasses.
“I thought we could open this.”.
Chris’s eyes went wide. “I can’t drink that,” he protested.
“Why not?” Jamie asked, sitting next to him on the couch. “You can have one glass, probably two. It’ll wear off by the time you have to drive again.”
“It’s not that,” Chris replied as Jamie started to uncap the bottle. “It’s the fact that you’re holding a two hundred dollar bottle of champagne and you’re planning on giving it to me.”
Jamie laughed and expertly thumbed the cork. It popped and shot across the deck, causing Boomer to bark and chase after it. Jamie picked up a glass and started to pour. “It’s actually closer to three hundred dollars, and you’re worth it.”
He held out the glass for Chris to take and grinned when a light flush crossed his cheeks. Their fingers brushed briefly as Chris took it. Jamie poured a glass for himself, then reclined across the cushions, pulling Chris towards him and settling him between his legs, head resting on Jamie’s shoulder.
Chris took a sip of the champagne and sighed contentedly. “This is nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I’m not just talking about the champagne.” Chris turned his head and winked. Jamie smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ve never actually been on a boat.”
Jamie sighed and began stroking his fingers through Chris’s hair. “I sometimes forget that not everyone grew up like I did.”
“Ah, it wasn’t so bad for me.”
