It is beautiful . . . I’ll give it that.
“Wow.” Everyone gushes in awe.
I trail behind while desperately trying to devise an escape plan.
Man overboard is sounding very fucking appealing.
“Upstairs.” He takes the stairs, and we follow him up. “Another large living area, casual dining, and cocktail bar. There are four guest bedrooms on this floor.”
“Oh my god.” Hayden’s eyes are the size of saucers, and she grabs my hand. “Can you believe this place, babe?” she whispers in awe. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Meh . . . I raise my eyebrow as I look around . . . my yacht is better.
“Top floor, master suite.” We walk up another level, which is all bedroom, with 360-degree views. A huge bathroom with a sunken spa bath and walk-in his-and-hers wardrobes.
Now this is nice.
“Through here”—he slides open a hidden door—“is the nursery. Mr. Masters likes his children close.” We peer in to see two cots and two single beds. Toys and books are all displayed. The room is all pastels and decorated prettily.
“Is there a nanny on board when they’re here?” Hayden asks.
“No. They don’t have a nanny; they do all the parenting themselves.”
Hayden smiles over at me and squeezes my hand. “I like them already,” she whispers. “I would never have a nanny.”
I frown. What? No nanny . . . at all . . . like, ever?
When do you get to fuck your wife if you don’t have a nanny? Are you supposed to get sex for five minutes only at night or something? Ugh . . . that won’t be happening in my household.
I’ll have four nannies on rotation.
Actually . . . I smile as I remember something.
Masters’s wife was his nanny. She’s fucking hot too.
I bite my lip to hide my smile. Dirty bastard. Wonder how that went down?
“Let’s go down to belowdecks, where you’ll be staying,” Captain Mark continues. We follow him down three levels. “This is the kitchen.”
He shows us around. “Helga, the cook, will be here this afternoon. You will all rotate being her assistant. She runs a tight ship.” He frowns and pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “She’s an interesting character.”
Great, that’s code for she’s a bitch.
“Here’s the staff living quarters. Three bedrooms. One is for Helga; she rooms alone. A double with two single beds, and the other has four sets of bunk beds.”
“Hayden and I have the double,” I announce before anyone else has the chance to.
“Yeah, yeah,” they all mutter.
“So.” Captain Mark smiles. “That’s our lady. I hope you’ll be very comfortable and happy here. Take the morning to settle in and make yourself at home. This afternoon we’ll do some training, and then our guests will be joining us around six p.m.”
“How long will they be on board for?” I ask.
“Two days.”
“So . . . what happens then?” Basil asks.
“This vessel is chartered whenever Mr. Masters isn’t using it. We pick up another group on Wednesday.”
“Ah, okay,” Basil replies. “We keep working even when the owner isn’t here.”
“Exactly.”
“Have you got a guest list?” I ask. “I’ll look over it and begin to get everything sorted out.”