"Like you really mean that," Christopher grumbled in her ear, "and enough with that 'Mr. Masterton' crap—-"
"Um, Christopher?" Vixen, having finally started walking again, stopped only after a few steps when she saw a young woman crying in the adjacent hallway. "Can I call you back?"
"But we've only just started to talk."
"I know, and I'll explain later. Love you, bye."
Christopher didn't even have the chance to answer, with Vixen already hanging up, and all he could do was shake his head. Damn. What was it with this girl that she seemed to have turned him into a masochist overnight? The more she played it cool like this, the more he found himself wanting her.
Vixen, meanwhile, had decided to approach the other girl. She looked about Vixen's age and wore a bright orange shirt that bore the cruise ship's logo. She was also still crying, and Vixen asked tentatively, "Are you alright?"
A GRIN CURVED OVER Christopher's lips when he heard the door open just as he came out of the shower. "Welcome back, m'dear." Turning around, Christopher was already reaching for the towel wrapped low around his hips, and just as he was about to take it off...
What the fuck?
Christopher went completely still as a girl he had never seen in his life entered his suite, and following right behind her was Vixen.
The sound of the door shutting closed brought him back to his senses, and Christopher said right away, "I'm sorry, I don't do threesomes."
The girl appeared horrified while Vixen's gaze narrowed at him. "Is that the truth?"
"Well..." Realizing too late that he had himself fucked over with that one, Christopher said evasively, "I used to..."
Vixen crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh really?"
God, she was fucking cute when she was jealous like this. And scary as fuck. It was about four parts cute and six parts scary, which was why Christopher said very firmly, "Yes. I used to, but not anymore." And because he was no idiot, he changed the subject right after as he gestured to the other girl, asking, "Who's this?"
Vixen was still jealous at the thought of Christopher making love to multiple women, but with Christopher having already reached her side and taking her hand into his, she did feel just a bit reassured.
Not that it meant she'd let this subject completely go though, Vixen thought. They could talk about it later, but for now...
She turned to the other girl. "This is...um..."
Christopher's gaze turned incredulous when Vixen's voice trailed off. "You have no idea what her name is...and you brought her to our room?"
Vixen blinked. Christopher had used the word 'our' instead of 'my'. Our! And he had said it so easily like he was already used to thinking of them as one unit!
Clearing her throat, Vixen managed to say evasively, "Never mind that for now. Can you please cover yourself up first?" She looked pointedly at his nearly naked body, but the shameless man only grinned at her.
"Too much distraction?"
"Sure, sure, whatever you—-mmph!" Christopher had suddenly cupped her face to give her a quick hard kiss, and by the time Vixen recovered the blasted man had already safely locked himself inside the en-suite with a change of clothes. Seriously, the man was just too outrageously...sweet!
When Christopher came back out, properly covered up as ordered in a dress shirt and trousers, he saw that the two girls were occupying the pair of lounge chairs and deep in discussion. Thinking that his presence wouldn't be appreciated, he was about to head out and give them some privacy when he heard a familiar name being mentioned.
Christopher turned back around, asking in surprise, "Did you just say James Winterbourne?"
A FEW HOURS AGO
24-year-old Leighton Gibbs had a hard time believing her ears when Mindy from reception called to tell her about a housekeeping request from Suite 14.
As she pulled her housekeeping cart and began rolling it down the hallway, Leighton couldn't help wondering how such a request came to be. This was an adults-only cruise, and guests had only started checking in an hour ago. How was it possible for a guest to mess up a suite that bad under sixty minutes?
Rich people, Leighton decided as she parked her cart outside Suite 14. That had to be it and nothing else. In the eight months she had been working in the cruise industry, she had come across an amazing number of eccentric situations, and the only common thing they had between them?
Rich people.
And since she was about to meet another one of said rich people...
Leighton did a final check on the contents of her housekeeping cart, straightened her name pin, and cleared her throat one last time before knocking on the door of Suite 14. "Housekeeping."
She waited for a moment, knocked again, and when she still didn't hear anything, Leighton swiped her card to enter the suite.
One quick look around told Leighton that the room was largely untouched, but she stuck to routine anyway. After dusting off every surface, Leighton plugged her vacuum in, and as she turned around to start cleaning—-
OhMyGod!
She blinked and rubbed her eyes several times, but the figure standing by the bedroom doorway didn't fade.
OhMyGodHeWasReal!
That was James Winterbourne, wasn't it? She couldn't be mistaken. It had to be him, especially since she was a huge fan of golf, and he happened to be her favorite player for years. James had several golf championships under his belt and was a celebrity in his own right because of his dark good looks. She had always dreamed of meeting him in person one day, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined seeing him in the flesh...and nothing else.
OhMyGodHeWasNaked!
Leighton finally remembered to avert her gaze and felt herself turn red from head to toe when she saw the athlete's green eyes gleaming at her in amusement.
"I'm so s-sorry," she stammered. "I was told you requested for h-housekeeping—-"
"I didn't."
James' lazy tone made her brain short circuit for some reason, and Leighton had a hard time recalling her train of thought. "Um...well...I'm just so sorry again." She found herself even bowing in apology as she spoke...but this turned out to be a huge mistake.
A strangled gasp escaped her when she realized she was now directly at eye-level with James' huge, thick cock.
OhMyGodHeWasHuge!
She shot back up, face flaming a deeper shade of red. "I'm so sorry, I'm, um—-" Oh Jesus, it was so hard to think. "Should I, er, still clean—-"
"By all means."
"Because I can just..." Go, she was about to say when the golfer's words sank in, and Leighton most mortifying episode of her life wasn't about to end anytime soon.
She cleared her throat. "Well, okay then..."
"Okay then."
The way his tone mockingly echoed hers made Leighton's cheeks burn hotter, and dazed as she was at how awful she was handling her first meeting with her celebrity crush, Leighton thought nothing of watching him turn away—-
OhMyGodThatWasHisNakedButt!
She quickly covered her eyes, and it was only when she heard the door shut closed that she allowed her knees to give out, and she collapsed down on the sofa.