Brody’s face flickers with emotion, and I expect him to argue, but he doesn’t. In fact, the last couple of days, he’s been extra acting kind of weird.
And I have a feeling it has something to do with the pretty blonde standing here in the kitchen with us. She looks effortlessly sexy in a pair of denim shorts and a plain black T-shirt. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, showing off her delicate jaw and luscious lips.
Which pair perfectly with her luscious ass.
But she’s Robert’s daughter.
Anddamn,if that isn’t a cockblock.
“So,” Brody starts, and I realize I’ve completely zoned out on this conversation. “We’re going to head out, and we’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Sounds good to me,” Georgia says, her sweet little voice hitting me right in the groin. I swear, there’s just something about her that makes me want to bend her over and make her say my name… over and over again.
And I’m totally being a perv right now.
I brush away the thought and bid the guys goodbye as they head out of the lounge. I wait until they’ve disappeared before I turn to Georgia, already knowing what I want to do with this afternoon.
“I have an idea,” I announce, as she slumps over the counter, looking borderline bored. “A really good one.”
She perks up, tilting her head at me. “And what would that be?”
“There’s a cool lighthouse just down the way. We can Uber there and climb it. No reason to stay cooped up on this yacht when they get to leave.”
She breaks into a grin. “I think that sounds like an amazing plan. I’m pretty sure our next stretch is supposed to be longer.”
“Mhmm,” I say, raking my eyes over her as she straightens up. “So go put on some tennis shoes. We’re going to have some fun.”
Her entire demeanor brightens, and she scurries off to her room. Meanwhile, I grab my own pair of Nikes to slide on with my dark wash jeans. I’m totally into exploring lighthouses and whatever else I can find.
But I think Ireallywould like to explore Georgia’s beautiful body.
I nearly laugh at how ridiculous that thought is. I’m forty-five-years-old and have beddedplentyof women all over theworld. I shouldnotbe getting caught up on Robert Blake’s daughter.
But damn, there’s something about her I can’t get enough of.
I’ll just be careful, have a little fun, and not get too close.
And that’s the mantra I repeat to myself as Georgia and I climb into an Uber fifteen minutes later. Georgia is practically bouncing up and down in her seat, and I grin to myself as the SUV makes its way to the lighthouse.
“I used to come here when I was a kid with my older brother,” I tell her, as the Uber pulls into the small lot. There are only a few cars parked there, most of them probably belonging to the staff. “We loved it.”
“This is going to be so much fun,” Georgia beams, looking over at me. “It means a lot that you’re willing to share this with me.”
Damn, well, isn’t she just the sweetest?
I slide out of the car and jog around to open Georgia’s door for her. I resist the urge to extend my hand to her, unsure if I’d be able to let it go once I took it.
“I’ve never toured a lighthouse,” she laughs, shaking her head. “I bet it seems like I just never get out, but I swear I do.”
I shrug. “Everyone has different life experiences. That’s what makes it fun when you meet people. If we were all the same, it wouldn’t be that exciting.”
“Look at you,” Georgia teases me. “You have some depth.”
“Of course, I do,” I eye her, as we make our way to the entrance. When we step inside, there’s a tiny gift shop that Georgia is instantly fascinated by. “We can peruse when we get back down.” I gesture for her to follow me up, letting her go in front. She takes off at a good pace, and I catch myself staring at her ass as she climbs.
Fuck. This is a tantalizing view.
I allow myself a moment to take in the curve of her ass, and how her denim shorts accentuate it like a fucking tease. I want nothing more than to reach out and grab it.
