Women? I thought this was a bachelor party. They must be strippers.
They walk across the bridge, and Masters, Jones, and Garcia all stop on the spot as they see me. Wide eyed, they burst out laughing.
Fuck my life.
They begin to circle me as Garcia lets out a low whistle. “We have a situation.” Masters smiles darkly. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple. “I like these.”
I clench my jaw as Hayden’s eyes widen.
Garcia walks behind me and slaps my ass. “Aren’t you just a fucking delight?” They keep walking around me like I’m a hunted animal.
“My very own play toy.” Spencer smiles darkly.
My friends’ horrified eyes are wide as they watch.
“Welcome aboard, sir.” I nod.
They throw their heads back and laugh out loud.
This is un-fucking-believable.
“Welcome aboard, gentlemen. May I introduce your crew for the night?” Agnes smiles. “We’re here to give you the best night of your life.”
“Mission accomplished.” Masters’s mischievous eyes hold mine. “It already is.”
The other men all come on board and begin to dance through the yacht. They are already well and truly intoxicated. Loud and laughing.
Everyone takes off to their working positions for the night.
I go behind the bar; the three boys come and sit in front of me. “What will it be?” I ask dryly as I wipe the bar.
“Mimosas.”
I pour a shot of tequila.
I look left, and I look right. I drink it down and lean in real close. “Listen here . . . if you fuck this up for me, I’m going to kill you with a smile on my face,” I whisper.
They laugh like this is the funniest thing they’ve ever seen . . . it probably is.
“You’d do all this for a girl?” Masters smirks.
“She’s not a girl,” I spit. “She’s the girl.”
Chapter 20
HAYDEN
I pick up a tray of appetizers in the kitchen, fancy-looking sushi. “Take those around and then come back,” Helga, the cook, says.
“Okay.” I walk up the stairs, and Kimberly is coming down. “Bloody hell, they’re already tipsy,” she says.
“It’s going to be a long night.” I get to the lower level and decide to go up to the dance floor first.
Men are standing around and chatting. A few are dancing with the four girls.
Basil’s working behind the bar. His eyes are planted firmly on the scantily dressed women as he watches them dance. I hold my tray out to a guest. “Can I tempt you to eat something, sir?”
“Thank you.” They all begin to take the sushi, and the tray empties in no time at all. I go back down to the lower deck and make my way to the kitchen.
“They loved it,” I tell Helga. “It was a hit.”
“Good news.” She smiles as she pushes another tray over. I go back upstairs and head out onto the deck. There are three men sitting at the bar talking to Christopher and Kimberly.
Gorgeous men.
A little older, maybe mid-to late thirties . . . next-level hot.
My eyes linger on them as I do the rounds. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but whatever it is must be hilarious. They haven’t stopped laughing.
Kimberly leaves them and weaves through the crowd over to me. “Who are those men at the bar?” I ask.