“Sounds good. We’ll see you there.” I slip past him and head for the stairwell. We’ve only been docked for about a half-hour, and I haven’t seen Georgia since lunch.
She’s such a professional little thing.
And for some reason, that only makes her more attractive to me. I push away the thought of her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, and the way she wears those tight black leggings.
I swear, I’d pay a hundred grand just to watch her bend over in those things.
I head down the stairs and push the door in, stepping into the hallway. I can hear music coming from her room, though it’s not clear enough for me to make out what it is. I give two solid knocks against the steel door.
It opens seconds later, and the breeze of the door swing blows Georgia’s wavy hair in a way that’s almost picturesque. She purses her plump lips as she peers up at me.
“I’m going to get started on dinner in a few minutes,” she says, as if I’m here to chide her about the time.
“Actually,” I clear my throat. “You’re getting the night off. We’re all going inland tonight. We’d love for you to join us. The night’s on me.”
She bites down on her bottom lip in the most fucking alluring way. “Where to?” Her eyes flicker nervously to the closet behind her. “If it’s somewhere nice…”
“It’s one of the high-end casinos,” I explain.
“Oh…” Her voice trails off as she brushes some of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think I can go. I probably don’t have anything that fits the dress code.”
My throat tightens at the way her cheeks flush. “No worries about the dress code. Just get ready, and I’ll take you somewhere to get what you need beforehand.”
“Well, but?—”
“It’s on me,” I finish, already knowing she’s not comfortable spending the money. “Consider it a small bonus.”
Her lips turn up into a smile. “Deal.”
“Good,” I nod. “I’ll meet you on the main deck in twenty minutes.”
“This is insane,” Georgia looks at me as she steps out of a dressing room, wearing a tight little black dress with a plunging neckline. The hem stops at mid-upper thigh. She’s paired it with four-inch red heels that make her legs look like they go on for days.
And my cock is rock solid at the sight of her.
“Do a one-eighty for us,” the associate, a young woman, gestures for Georgia to spin. “You look incredible.”
I want to agree, but I keep my mouth shut. You know, beingprofessional.But as she spins and I catch sight of her ass, I have to bite my cheek to keep from letting out a groan.
This woman is the epitome of sexy.
And I have to pretend I don’t think so. Because she’s my best friend’sdaughter. Who just happens to betwenty-fucking-five.
“How do you feel about it?” I ask coolly, as Georgia looks at me.
“I love it, but um…” She looks at the tag and then frowns. “I can probably find something else.”
“We’ll take it,” I tell the associate. “The shoes, too. Also, she’ll be leaving in it.” I reach inside the jacket of my suit and pull out my wallet. I hand the woman my card and she scampers off to charge it.
Georgia and I are alone in the back dressing room area now.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” she says, her voice soft. “If I had been thinking, I would’ve brought the proper clothes. I should’ve asked you about it. I’m really sorry for that.”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault, and as far as I’m concerned, this should just be part of the perks for the job.” I give her a smile and then step forward. I reach for the tag attached to the shoulder of the dress and carefully undo the safety pin, ignoring the way her breath catches.
I get to her.And it fuels the raging hard-on I have hidden in my pants. But also, it only makes this all the fucking worse.Robert would murder me and toss my body in the ocean.
“All ready.” I pocket the tag and step away from the alluring scent of her perfume. Her blonde hair is in careful waves, her eyes are smokey, and her lips are painted the same red as her shoes.
