“Monday.”
“Oh.” I frown. “That soon?”
“Yes, we have had an entire crew for a charter trip come down with the chicken pox. It’s next week, or unfortunately I won’t be able to offer all of you a position.”
“Okay. I’ll go find out.” I take off through the crowd to find our friends.
Ten minutes later I return. “We’re in.” I smile to Mr. Escott.
“Great.” He hands me a business card. “Call me when you get to Mykonos.”
“Okay.” I put his card in my pocket.
“Ten minutes till break, Grumps?” Christopher yells over the music.
I glance at my watch. “Yeah, okay.”
We always take our tea breaks together.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Escott. See you next week.”
“I look forward to it.”
I take off through the crowd. I have a lot to do.
Twelve minutes later, I walk out into the back area and down the corridor. As I walk past a storeroom door, I’m yanked inside and pushed up against the wall as the door is slammed shut. Christopher’s lips drop to my neck as his hands lift my French maid skirt. “I know what I want for tea.”
This man and what he does to me . . . the deviant of all deviants.
Loving him has changed my life. He’s shown me a better version of myself.
A spontaneous, sexy version, and I like her a lot.
I giggle as I lift my leg and put it on a shelf. His hand slides over my suspender belt and up my thigh.
“The barmen at this establishment are always so helpful.” I smile against his lips.
“Happy to be of service.” He pushes my panties to the side and slides his fingers through the lips of my sex as he kisses me deeply. “My bad girl is ready.” He spins me around and bends me over. I hear his zipper right before he slides in deep.
My eyes flutter closed as we both moan in pleasure. He pulls out and slams back in. “I love this fucking job.”
Monday morning
Greece
CHRISTOPHER
We stand on the dock at the Mykonos marina as we wait. The luxury yachts are lined up.
“What the fuck do we know about boating?” Basil sighs as we watch all the crews on the yachts. “There seems to be a lot of shit to do.”
“I hope our uniforms are cute.” Kimberly smiles as she looks out.
“Can’t be worse than our last fucking uniform.” Basil frowns. “I should have just worked with a piece of meat strapped to my chest.”
“Those women did love you, Baz.” Hayden laughs.
Baz curls his lip in disgust.
A guy walks toward us. He’s very serious looking and wearing white shorts and a white short-sleeve button-up shirt. It has gold buttons and navy-blue straps over the shoulders. He’s got a formal captain hat on. “He looks like a pilot,” Bernadette whispers.
“Please be on our boat,” Kimberly says softly as her eyes linger on him.
“Yacht,” I correct her. “It isn’t a boat.”
“Please be on our yacht . . . and in my room,” she continues.
We all chuckle, and he reaches us. “Hello, I’m Captain Mark, the skipper. I’m assuming one of you is Hayden?”
“Yes, that’s me.” She smiles as she shakes his hand. Hayden always seems to be the point of contact for our jobs. She introduces us. “These are the others, Christo, Basil, Bodie, Kimberly, and Bernadette.”