Chapter 13
Oahu is thegem of the Hawaiian Islands. Its skyline rises above the lush, tropical greenery, and its beaches encircle it like tan and white shell necklaces.
The iconic Diamond Head welcomes us as our ship cruises into Honolulu Harbor. I take a deep breath, sucking in the tropical fragrances and lean over the railing, excited at the day’s adventures ahead.
Jordan is wearing aviator sunglasses and a Panama hat with a blazing white T-shirt and ripped jeans over short hiking boots. His biceps bulge underneath his thin shirt, and his skin is bronzing nicely in the sun.
I never did get to check out his tan lines or any other part of his anatomy, especially since I made an executive decision last night to forego physical contact with my worshipper.
It all has to do with self-respect. It wouldn’t mean much to pleasure myself with a human vibrator who’s basically under my orders to do whatever I want.
Better to earn his respect and let him view me as a winner instead of a victim. I’m in control and I want to hold my head up high. No more the jilted bride of Stephen Sommers the Third, but me, Dani Davison, an important woman worth admiring.
I tilt my chin up and adjust my white, wide-brimmed sunhat, casually pointing toward the harbor. “I wonder how crowded the jewelry stores will be with all the after Christmas returns.”
“Is that what you want to do? Buy jewelry?” Jordan asks, clearly put off by my sudden change of mind about physical contact last night.
After asking the cruise line to change his linens, he spent the entire night on his bunk with his back turned to me.
“Actually, I want you to buy me jewelry,” I say in my most imperious voice. “I’m sure you can charge it to whoever’s paying you.”
He grunts, then remembers he’s under my command. “Of course. Nothing’s too good for our Dani.”
I flash him an entitled smile. “Nothing would please me more.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips and lowers his gaze down my body. “I’ve been given the gift of gab.”
I swallow images of his sharp tongue and all the uses he could put it to. “I’ve decided we should not give in to our baser urges.”
“As you wish,” he says, swiping his tongue across his upper teeth. “Although you’ll change your mind.”
“Don’t be so sure.” I take his hand and caress his thumb with the loop between my fingers and thumb, back and forth.
His Adam’s apple bobbles and he clears his throat as I picture beads of desire swelling on the tip of his… Ahem, I remind myself to keep it clean.
PG-13.
Right. It’s cold showers for me the rest of the cruise.
After the ship docks, we disembark into Honolulu Harbor. Joy and Sheri jiggle down the gangway ahead of us.
“You finally going to get her a ring?” Joy asks Jordan.
“Can’t wait to see your rock,” Sheri says to me. “Hold out for a big one.”
“I will.” I smile gleamingly at Jordan who does a great job not squirming.
“Young people,” Joy says. “They do everything backwards. Honeymoon first, then wedding, and last of all, the ring and proposal.”
“You two have fun,” Jordan says, waving them off. I can tell he’s beginning to rue his lie about being my husband.
Not that we’ve consummated the supposed marriage yet. But poor Jordan is just going to have to sweat it out.
If I’m going to be important to someone else, then they need to put up with all my whims and flaws.
Being flaky is one of them.
And, yes, let’s face it, being a tease is so much fun.
