Текст книги "Reckless"
Автор книги: Devon Hartford
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This time it was different.
This time I had something I was going to miss way more than I wanted to admit to myself or anyone else.
This time I had that kooky angel Samantha Smith wondering where I was and whether or not I was okay.
Guilt slammed me in the face. I was a total douche for getting myself into this mess. I sighed heavily.
Was I ever going to fucking change?
Not if I was locked up.
Fuck me.
Chapter 2
SAMANTHA
PRESENT DAY
Someone knocked on the front door of my apartment.
“It must be them,” I said to Christos, and walked out of the bathroom to go answer. I checked the peephole and opened the door with a smile on my face. Christos stood right behind me.
“Hey, guys!” Romeo said cheerfully, standing on the balcony walkway outside. He wore a new steampunk coat I hadn’t seen before. Made from tailored black wool, the coat had intricate black-thread embroidery and twin rows of vertical black buttons running down the front and back. As usual, his monocle dangled from one of the coat’s buttons. Buckled black boots covered his feet. “Don’t I look festive?” he jested while holding his monocle up to one eye.
“Romeo!” I said, holding out my arms.
Romeo wrapped me up in a huge hug. “So good to see you, Sam!”
“What up, man,” Christos smiled.
Romeo released me and his eyes roamed all over Christos. “Wow, Sam, I forgot how hot your boyfriend is! Can I lick him from head to toe?”
“No!” I laughed.
“How about just a nipple?”
“No, Romeo!” I insisted.
Christos chuckled, indulging in Romeo’s bad behavior.
Someone had to put a stop to it. “Down, Romeo!” I ordered jokingly.
“Easy girl,” Romeo faux-frowned. “I was just window shopping,”
“Seriously, dude, I’m flattered,” Christos beamed, totally at ease with Romeo’s fawning, “but I play for the opposing team.”
“Oh! Can I be your water boy?” Romeo pleaded. “Hand you clean towels in the locker room? Bend over and pick up the soap in the shower when you drop it? I’ll do whatever you want, Christos. Have your way with me!” He stepped past me, dropped to his knees beside Christos, and wrapped his arms around Christos’ legs. Romeo began bawling insincerely, “Please, Sam! Just one sip from his chalice! I want to taste his sweet nectar!” he whined.
“No, Romeo!” I giggled. He was so ridiculous, and I loved him for it.
“Sorry, man,” Christos laughed. “I’m sworn to Samantha.”
Romeo sneered and rolled his eyes. He stood up and smoothed out his black embroidered steampunk jacket. “You’re such a wuss for the puss, Christos,” he said dismissively.
“That I am,” Christos chuckled.
“Well, we should go,” Romeo said, finally over it, “before Kamiko withers away in my car.”
“I’m still not dressed!” I blurted. “I can’t go out on New Year’s in a t-shirt and jeans!”
Romeo frowned. “Have you even picked out an outfit?”
“No,” I said guiltily.
Romeo rolled his eyes.. “In that case, I better get Kamiko or she might die of starvation while you do.” He winked at Christos.
I stamped my foot and groused, “It doesn’t take me that long to pick an outfit!”
Christos and Romeo exchanged a doubtful look.
“You guys suck!” I stormed into my bedroom while Christos and Romeo broke into laughter.
SAMANTHA
Fortunately, I’d finished my hair before Christos had come over earlier. While Christos, Romeo, and Kamiko chatted in my living room, I threw on some eyeliner and lip gloss, and set about picking out an outfit.
My mind drifted as I rifled through my closet.
I still hadn’t told my parents about wanting to change my major to Art. I’d wanted to avoid starting World War Smith at my parents’ house over Winter Break, so I hadn’t brought it up. I’d have to tell them sooner or later. But tonight was New Year’s Eve, and I planned on celebrating it with the man I loved. Christos had been amazingly supportive since we’d met. Going forward, I hoped that I could give back to him the devotion he’d shown me.
I finally decided on skinny pants and matching heels, a print shirt, and the new, super-cute pleather coat I’d snagged off of ebay for twenty bucks. I grabbed my favorite clutch purse and came out of my bedroom. “Ta-da!”
“Wow, Sam, you’re runway hot!” Kamiko said. She stood up from the couch and gave me a big hug.
“Thanks, Kamiko,” I smiled. “How was your Winter Break?”
“Pretty boss,” Kamiko said.
I was confused. “You mean you enjoyed it?”
“No,” she smirked, “I mean my family bossed me around the whole time. Not just my parents. My older brothers and sisters, too. Since I’m the youngest, it’s like having six parents. They ragged on me all break because I got a B+ in O-chem. So I locked myself in my room the whole time and binged on watching episodes of Adventure Time and Bravest Warriors while drawing both show’s characters in my sketchbook.”
“Did you draw Catbug?” Romeo asked.
“Sugar peas!” Kamiko squealed, flinging her arms wide.
I wasn’t sure who or what a Catbug was. I suspected I’d find out over the course of winter quarter while hanging in Kamiko’s dorm room between classes.
“Everybody ready?” Christos asked.
“I think so,” I said. Romeo and Kamiko nodded at me. “Let’s hit it!”
We all piled into Christos’ 1968 Camaro downstairs.
“Where are we going, Christos?” Romeo asked from the back seat. “Sam said it was some kind of awesome surprise.”
“It should be pretty awesome,” Christos replied.
“Are you going to kidnap us, tie us up in some morbid dungeon, then have your way with us?” Romeo mused.
“Only Samantha,” Christos joked, rubbing my knee.
“Always a bridesmaid,” Romeo sulked.
Christos fired up the Camaro, its engine rumbling in anticipation of the open road as Christos pulled the car onto the street outside my apartment.
SAMANTHA
A short time later, we pulled into a parking lot just south of the airport, right next to the water in the San Diego Bay. The sun rested on the horizon. The sky overhead was a mix of purple and magenta hues dabbed with golden clouds that caught the last of the sun’s rays. It was beautiful.
“Welcome to the marina,” Christos said as he shifted the Camaro into park.
“What’re we doing here?” I asked excitedly.
“Going for a boat ride,” he replied.
Romeo leaned forward, both hands on the seat back in front of him, poking his head between me and Christos. “I knew it! You’re going to take us to a deserted island and make us your pirate slaves! Christos, please tell me you’re going to wear an eyepatch!”
Christos grinned. “Sorry, man. I left it at home. Besides, the closest island is San Clemente. The Navy owns that, so it’s not deserted.”
“Is San Clemente filled with sex-starved Navy men? If it is, you can drop me off there. I won’t complain,” Romeo smiled.
I laughed. “OMG, Romeo! Do you ever quit?”
“My apologies, Sam, I’m just so excited to see you all again after break. You know how reunions make me a horny bitch.”
Still laughing, I climbed out of the car and flipped the front seat forward so Romeo and Kamiko could get out.
“I can’t wait to see this boat,” Romeo said excitedly, clambering out of the car.
“Maybe the captain will make you his cabin boy,” Kamiko said, following.
“I hope he looks like Gregory Peck as Captain Ahab,” Romeo tittered. “I’ll walk his gang plank any day, if you know what I mean.”
“I remember that movie!” I said. “We watched Moby Dick in high school during AP English.”
“I bet Romeo fantasizes about Ahab hunting for Romeo’s white whale,” Kamiko quipped.
“You guys!” I pleaded.
Christos chuckled, totally amused.
“Well, it’s more of an olive-colored whale,” Romeo snickered like a crazy man, “but yeah, I’d totally let Gregory Peck as Ahab hunt for it all he wants, as long as he harpoons me before the night is over.” Romeo wiggled his butt at us.
I clapped my hand to my forehead. “I think Romeo’s disease is contagious,” I sighed to Christos. “Guys, can we talk about Santa Claus, or something non-sexual for, like, five seconds?”
“You know,” Romeo said mischievously, “I always loved it when my parents put me on dirty old Santa’s lap as a kid…”
I scowled, “Okay, you just ruined Christmas for me, Romeo. Like, forever.”
Romeo cackled with glee as we walked out along the dock toward wherever our boat was moored. We passed dozens of different kinds of boats of every shape and size. Were we getting on a sailboat? Or one of those cool motorboats that went a hundred miles an hour?
As we walked farther and farther, the boats got bigger and bigger.
“Which one is it, Christos?” I asked.
“The one with all the people,” he said.
“The huge one at the end?”
“Yup.”
“OMG, it looks like a freakin’ yacht.”
“It is a yacht.” He grinned.
“Is it yours?” I gasped.
“Hardly,” he smiled.
There was a small crowd of a half-dozen people still on the dock and more on board.
“Sam!” Madison stepped out of the crowd and waved. She jogged toward me, gorgeous as ever. “So good to see you, girlfriend!”
“Mads!” We hugged like long-lost BFFs. “I didn’t know you were going to be here! You look totally Hollywood tonight, girl! You’re all glammed out!”
“Gotta dress up once in awhile,” she grinned. “Yeah, Jake made me keep it a secret.”
Jake stepped up behind her. “What up, guys.” He bumped fists with Christos before they clapped backs. “How was D.C., bro?”
“Cold as witch tits,” Christos replied.
“I hear that, bro,” Jake said knowingly.
“Why do guys always say things like that?” Madison frowned. “Have either of you ever been with a witch?”
Christos and Jake looked back and forth between me and Madison, then back at each other.
I frowned at them. “Don’t answer that.”
They both burst out laughing.
“Such boys,” Madison said, putting her arm around Jake. “Sam, I brought leashes and muzzles for them both, just in case.”
“So, Christos,” I asked, “whose boat is this?”
He put his arm lovingly around me. “Didn’t I tell you?”
Despite the festive atmosphere, I jumped as if someone had driven a dump-truck full of black cats and broken mirrors over my grave. I gasped with trepidation, “Tell me what?”
“Uhhh…” Christos mumbled, caught off guard by my sudden change in tone.
Fearing an unexpectedly ominous turn of events, I peered into Christos’ eyes. A quick flash blinked across them, then it was gone.
Why did I have the sudden conviction that with every awesome surprise came an equally earthquaking catch?
What wasn’t he telling me?
CHRISTOS
THREE MONTHS EARLIER…
Two uniformed deputies took me out of interrogation and led me to booking.
When the guy behind the camera took my mug shot, I made sure to grin. I figured if I was going to be on the cover of one of those pulp WANTED magazines you could get at 7-Eleven for a buck, I may as well flash my pearlies. Get some lovelorn hunnies writing me on the block. Shit, who was I kidding? I couldn’t wait to get processed and get the fuck out of there.
Samantha.
The female officer who led me through fingerprint scanning, DNA swab, cataloging my personals, and fitting me for a prison jumper and paper slippers, was all business. I tried joking with her when I showered and lathered up with the lice shampoo, but Sergeant Stonewall kept her back to me and didn’t peek once. She’d probably seen it all before.
Oh well. I was just trying to lighten shit up while I could.
After I toweled off and stepped into my orange jumper, Sergeant Stonewall led me through a series of bulletproof doors. She maintained the social barrier between us the entire time.
I knew from experience to harden my face before I stepped through the final door into the awaiting dormitory. There would be a dozen or more aggressive criminals inside ready to size me up. With my tats, my height, and my impressive muscles, nobody fucked with me, and that was an order.
Sergeant Stonewall signaled the guard at the far end of the hallway. The electric lock buzzed open and Stonewall opened the door for me.
Time to play.
All eyes were on me when I stood in the doorframe. They sniffed for fresh fish. I glared at them.
No dice, fuckers. I’m the bull in this ring.
Psychological intimidation beat out physical violence. There was enough ugliness in this place without me adding to it for real. The men went back to playing cards and doing pushups and wasting away.
I dropped onto an unoccupied bottom bunk, which I preferred because it blocked out the overhead lights. You had to breathe through your mouth, otherwise the smell of human desperation was overpowering. I laced my fingers behind my head and did my best to relax.
The first thing I saw when I closed my eyes was Samantha’s smiling face.
God, she was beautiful. Somewhere between Monet’s Water Lilies and one of John William Waterhouse’s river nymphs.
Memories of Samantha flooded my mind, blotting out the dreariness of my horrible surroundings. Images of her angelic innocence whisked me away to paradise. Something about her open face, the freedom with which her unbridled emotions played across it, touched my heart for the thousandth time that day.
I held in a happy laugh, keeping it safe from the harm that waited to pounce on my joy if I let any out.
I almost felt greedy, as if sharing the good vibes Samantha brought me might actually bring some positive energy to the men in the room around me, but I didn’t want any opportunists stomping on my good mood.
Normally, dudes in lock-up would go on and on about fucking countless hot chicks with legendary looks. The stories were about as believable as guys on the outside telling “I caught a fish this big” stories. Trading tall-tales about notching your bedpost was a bonding ritual worth a few laughs when the inmates weren’t fighting to survive. But those stories were mostly blustery bullshit.
Samantha, on the other hand, was truth and goodness. At that moment, I needed all the goodness I could get.
I burrowed deeper into my mind. I imagined reaching my hand out to stroke Samantha’s cheek and her leaning into it. Not that she had done that today, not even close. I mean, she gave me plenty of green lights, especially after I cleaned her car, but she’d kept me at arm’s length most of the day, sizing me up.
Her uncertainty drove me crazy. In a good way. I wasn’t used to her kind of behavior from women.
Thing was, usually, when I walked, I swaggered like my dick weighed a ton and hauling it around took gorilla strength. For some reason, Samantha made me want to drop the act. There was a moment earlier, when we’d been walking to the dorms and searching for paper towels for her car, when I’d almost cracked. For a second, all I’d wanted to do was take her hand in mine and skip along together like we were in kindergarten. Just me and her, looking for paper towels. On a mini-adventure.
Me and Samantha.
I suddenly imagined writing “Christos + Samantha” on my binder and drawing a heart around it, if I had one. Man, I was nuts. I thought only girls were supposed to do that shit.
I smiled and inhaled deeply, feeling Samantha’s energy swirl through me.
I pictured her leaning toward me, lips ready for a tender kiss. Man, was I going through puberty again? I hadn’t had thoughts like this since I was chasing chicks in junior high. But it felt wonderful. Like the first day of summer vacation. That’s what Samantha was for me, when you get down to it. A vacation from bullshit, from image, from posing, from acting whatever part I felt I needed to play at any given moment.
She was straight-up relaxation.
I must have been trancing, because I could swear I heard soft waves whispering across warm sand and felt a cool breeze kissing my toes as the sun licked my skin. Samantha was right next to me, I could feel her presence.
I almost freaked out, thinking some AC/DC inmate was trying to tongue my toes while I appeared to nap. I peeked out one eye, just to make sure I wasn’t losing it. Seeing the coast was clear, I dropped back through whatever astral portal was pulling my heart out of this place and into that distant utopia where Samantha waited for me.
A second later, I was gone from the real world completely.
Samantha and I were lying on loungers on a remote desert island somewhere on the other side of the planet, the fingers of our hands laced together while we sipped cool drinks on the diamond sand. There was not a soul around for hundreds of miles. We inhabited our own private paradise.
I didn’t have a clear conception of time, but it must have been right around sunset in the real world. Samantha was probably staring at the sunset at that exact moment, sharing it with me. I don’t know how or why I was convinced of this fact, but I knew it to be true.
Was I seeing it through her eyes?
Fuck me if I was. It seemed so goddamned real.
Samantha turned to me and gazed into my eyes. Her face was serenely calm. I could see her complete and total beauty for the first time. It even transcended that moment she’d been in front of my grandfather’s painting in the museum. That had been awesome, but this was even better. This time, she was 100% relaxed, completely and totally at peace with herself, her life, the entire world. In this moment, she was fully the woman she wanted to become. My heart melted. Holy shit, I’d never felt anything like it. I desperately wanted her to become this woman she was capable of, like her finding herself would somehow complete me.
The idea made me shiver with joy and…fear.
Thing was, I lived for taking risks. No matter how fucking frightening they were.
Samantha…
I wanted more. Fuck, I needed more.
I needed us.
The astral image of Samantha gazed into my soul. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if she was struggling with something monumental, then her face relaxed, and all doubt fell away.
“I love you, Christos,” she whispered to me, inches away on her beach lounger. We were still on that island paradise together.
What the fuck?! She didn’t know my real name, I’d told her my name was Adonis. How did she know to call me Christos?! I started to shake in my swimsuit on my lounger, like something was ripping away the armor around my heart.
I panicked.
“Don’t be afraid, agápi mou,” she whispered, leaning against the armrest of her lounger, caressing my arm with her fingertips as the waves whispered against the shore. “I love you.” She reached over to kiss me. Her lips were so close, I could feel their warmth on mine as her sweet breath caressed my soul.
My heart raced.
Suddenly, black storm clouds blanketed the sun. Thunder hammered across the sky.
Samantha was slipping away. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get air. I was scared shitless. I rocketed out of that tropical paradise, all the way across the universe, and shot up in my cramped bunk.
Gasping, I blinked my eyes and shook my head, making sure I was awake. I looked around.
The jail dormitory was totally silent. Nobody was awake. The place was a tomb. They kept the lights on 24/7, but turned off half the fluorescent banks after lights out. It must have been well past midnight.
I rolled over and did my best to go back to sleep.
Sometime later, darkness overtook me.
Horrible darkness.
Something was chasing Samantha. Some one. A terrible presence was trying to overcome her, trying to tear away her innocence. She was afraid. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t reach her. She was all alone. There was nothing I could do. She was wounded, unable to escape her tormentor.
I couldn’t protect her and it was killing me.
Samantha…
Agápi mou…
Chapter 3
SAMANTHA
PRESENT DAY
Standing on the dock in the Marina, shaking with low-level fear, I did my best to hide my tension as I waited for Christos to clue me in on whatever it was he was hiding from me.
Before he could, Tiffany Kingston-Whorehouse, I mean Whitehouse, emerged from the center of the small remaining group of people chatting with her on the dock.
The last light of the sunset tinted Tiffany’s skin that perfect golden brown you only see on supermodels or swimsuit magazine covers. I’m pretty sure Tiffany had hired a rock video crew to choose just that moment to blow a gust of wind into her shimmering, silken hair. She looked spectacular, and I hated her for it.
Was she what Christos had been hiding?
“Hey, Christos!” she squealed, “You came!” She flung her arms around him in total disregard for my existence, nearly slicing my eyeball open with her nails. She kissed Christos’ cheek affectionately.
Hello, did she not see me? I glared bullets at Queen Bee-otch.
Christos broke away from Tiffany’s embrace before either of them went down in the fully-automatic hail of my jealousy.
I could tell Christos was uncomfortable with Tiffany’s flirty come-on, but he played it cool and draped his arm casually around my shoulders, marking a clear boundary between himself and Tiffany.
I smiled triumphantly and reminded myself this was Christos Manos, after all. Not some jerk like Damian Wolfram. I didn’t need to worry about Christos having a wandering eye. I trusted him, even if a woman like Tiffany made me nervous.
I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to let Tiffany get in the way of my happiness. I was a changed woman. All that crazy jealousy and self-doubt was behind me.
I hoped.
“Who’re your friends, Christos?” Tiffany yawned absently.
Holy Memory Loss, did she not even remember? I sighed. Probably not. All she ever thought about was herself, I’d bet.
Two long-legged hobots walked up behind Tiffany and gave me dirty looks. They were probably Delta Pi Delta worker bees in service to Her Snideness, but I wasn’t sure without their bulging sorority sweaters.
“You remember Samantha,” Christos offered.
Tiffany narrowed one eye like a nervous ferret before turning her nose up at me. “I didn’t recognize her all dressed up.”
Her worker bees giggled.
As usual, Tiffany projected the air of having everything you wished you had but didn’t. And yet, for once it was the other way around. I knew how badly Tiffany wanted Christos, but he was with me, not her.
I wanted to spin in circles while doing the happy dance, but I wasn’t a bitch like Tiffany. So I did the happy dance in my head, and made a mental note to do the real thing later in the privacy of my apartment, with Christos.
We could happy dance together.
Ignoring the fact that Tiffany was such a Queen Bee-otch that she still wouldn’t acknowledge me like a polite human being, I offered my hand for her to shake. “Good to see you, Tiffany,” I smiled. I wouldn’t stoop like she had.
Tiffany shook my hand absently, not even looking me in the eye. Her hand slid free from mine after barely a shake.
Whatever.
Resting her hands on her hips, Tiffany surveyed the boat behind her. “Well, I did say to bring whoever you wanted.” She turned back to Christos and smiled. “We can always use more help in the kitchen.”
Tiffany’s hobot henchwomen giggled.
I really needed to carry a bigger handbag on outings like this. I couldn’t fit a bazooka in my little clutch, and you never knew when you needed to blow some bitch’s head off on short notice.
“Welcome aboard, Christos,” Tiffany said. “Good to see you again, Jake. Make yourselves at home.” She smiled at Christos and Jake in turn, but ignored Romeo, Kamiko, Madison, and myself.
How did Tiffany manage to spoil everything with the greatest of ease? It would take an act of heroism for me to enjoy New Year’s Eve at this rate.
For a second, I considered asking Christos to take us elsewhere. The six of us could have fun wherever we went. I glanced at Madison, not sure what to do.
Mads lifted a compassionate eyebrow and nodded toward the parking lot with a questioning look. She knew from experience how annoying Tiffany could be.
Sadly, I realized if we left, it would be giving in to Tiffany’s aloof bullying. I had done enough of that in my life already.
Emo. Goth. Sorceress. Suicide Watch…
I noticed Romeo and Kamiko marveling at the boat.
“Wow, this thing is huge,” Romeo gawked. “I can’t wait to see the inside.”
“It looks like a frickin’ spaceship!” Kamiko whispered enviously.
Neither of them knew how consistently annoying Tiffany could be. They were ready to have fun tonight. No need to disappoint them. I could make this work, if I put my mind to it. Maybe Tiffany would play nice the whole trip and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.
Bitch. Slut. Whore…
I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to let my demons get to me. Screw them!
“Come on, you guys,” I said confidently to the gang. This was a New Year’s Eve yacht trip after all, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what awaited us.
The six of us walked up the ramp together, Jake and Christos trailing at the rear.
When we were out of Tiffany’s earshot, Madison leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Is it just me, or does the perfume Tiff the Quiff is wearing tonight make her smell like mouse farts?”
I belted out laughter so hard, I would’ve fallen off the ramp and into the water, if not for the handrailing. I grabbed it for support.
I saw Tiffany whip around and give the group of us a dirty look.
Romeo, ever perceptive, had overheard Madison’s remark, and leaned against me while he quietly cackled, “I thought Tiffany smelled a bit musty.”
I exchanged a smile with Romeo.
Romeo’s eyes twinkled with good humor. “You know Tiffany has a poochy cooch.”
I was confused. “What, like a pouch?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s where she hides the mice. Down below. I bet it’s a regular mouse sanctuary in there.”
I broke into fresh laughter.
Kamiko had overheard too, and stifled her own giggles.
“Sam, ignore Tiffany,” Madison encouraged. “Maybe we can knock her over the side when we’re in international waters. No one will ever know.” She grinned archly.
Kamiko pretended to frown. “Wouldn’t that be polluting the environment?”
“I won’t tell, if you won’t,” Romeo winked.
“Thanks, guys,” I said. “I needed that.” I straightened up and climbed the rest of the ramp, surrounded by the bestest friends a girl could have.
I’d been on rowboats and maybe a few canoes. But nothing like this. There were probably another thirty people on board. The cabin on the main deck literally had a living room, dining room, and kitchen with a full-size stainless-steel refrigerator. A narrow flight of steps led to a second story above and a spiral staircase led to another level below. I’d never been on a three-story boat before. Tiffany hadn’t been exaggerating.
“This place is nicer than my parents’ house,” Madison marveled.
“I know, right?” Romeo said. “I think it’s bigger than my parents’ house.”
SAMANTHA
When everyone was on board, two crewmen dressed in fancy black slacks and vests over their white long-sleeve button-down shirts threw some ropes onto the dock. I felt engines rumbling softly beneath my feet as the yacht pulled away from the pier and motored out of the marina.
Christos and Jake knew quite a few of Tiffany’s friends and seemed totally in their element. They were sucked into the center of the crowd in the main cabin.
Within seconds, every woman in the room had turned to focus on Christos. His undeniable beauty drew their attention like a magnet. They couldn’t look away from his mesmerizing presence. Christos seemed oblivious as he chatted with Jake and the other guys. He’d probably grown numb to this kind of attention after years of it.
From afar, I watched this process unfold for several minutes. The women all primped and preened unconsciously, fluffing their hair, adjusting their dresses to maximum effect, shifting their body language to point their pelvises at Christos, and shoving out their chests.
When Christos chuckled at a random joke, flashing his perfect teeth and panty-dropping smile, several women’s eyes goggled and their jaws went slack. When Christos ran his hand through his perfectly mussed hair, other women literally clutched their chests, ready to swoon.
Did they even know they were doing it? Somehow I doubted it. Who wanted to admit that a mere human male, no matter how perfect a specimen he was, could turn them from young women into drooling idiots in heat?
I was torn between embarrassment for all of womankind, and sympathy. Heck, even the men were fawning. Everyone was susceptible. With the exception of Jake, who was almost as handsome as Christos, the other men were smitten, all of them crushing on Christos, in the throes of blatant bromances.
To be fair, I was no more able to resist Christos’ physical allure than anyone else. I was hooked. Addicted. Jealousy swam up my throat and threatened to choke me.
Suddenly, Christos glanced at me and cocked his head, throwing his dimpled smile directly at me. He blew me an air kiss.
“That was for me,” Romeo joked.
I smirked at Romeo. “Keep your air lips off my man, you horny bitch,” I joked, then blew a kiss back to Christos.
He mimed leaning up to catch it before returning to conversation with Jake and some other bitches, I mean, ladies.
I reminded myself that Christos was with me. Not them. Looking at him, at my man, I suddenly felt greedy and desperate and horny and proud, all at the same time. Every woman in the room wanted what I had, but Christos was mine, all mine.
I think I was about to swoon. I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying to clear my head.
“Come on you guys,” Madison said excitedly. “Let’s watch from the bow!” She grabbed my hand while Romeo and Kamiko followed.
“Check it out,” Madison pointed, “that’s the naval base on Coronado island.”
“Can someone tell the captain to drop me off there?” Romeo asked. “I’m thirsty for seamen.”
“Gag!” I said.
“I never gag,” Romeo said confidently.
Me, Madison, and Kamiko exchanged a grimace.
A few minutes later, Tiffany’s yacht had cleared the San Diego Bay and entered open water. It sure was fast for such a big boat. Wind whipped through our hair as we stood on the front of the boat. Romeo and Kamiko had huge grins on their faces.
Romeo raised his arms and pumped his fists. “I’m the queen of the world! Woo hoo!”
“It’s king, Romeo,” Kamiko giggled. “King of the world.”
“Don’t ruin my moment,” Romeo grinned while basking in the sea breeze, arms wide.
The city lights of San Diego shrank into the distance until they were but twinkling pinpricks against the purple velvet sky. To the west, the last light of the sun faded to pink on the horizon. I traded a smile with Madison.
Eventually, the yacht slowed to a stop in calm waters.
