“It’s really not that bad,” Georgia keeps repeating as I grab the kit and guide her to a bench outside. She sits down and I take a seat behind her and start working to clean the gash.
I grimace, dabbing away the blood and disinfecting it. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job catching you.”
She leans forward and peers up at me. “I think you did the best you possibly could.” Her voice comes out softly, her dark lashes fluttering in a way that makes my heart follow.
I distract myself with the gauze, carefully wrapping up the wound on her hand. I do my best not to get lost in how delicate her hand is, her skin slightly tanned from her time in the sun on the yacht.
She’s something special, and I don’t think she even realizes it.
I finish wrapping her palm, taping it, but then can’t bring myself to let it go. I lift my eyes from the bandage to meet her eyes, and her breath catches. “I think it’ll heal nicely,” my voice comes out husky. “But if you need help in the kitchen, I’m more than happy to help you.”
Her breath catches as I lean in a little closer, my nose nearly brushing hers. “I think I can handle it, but I’ll let you know.”
My heart is pounding as my body screams for me to keep going, to press my lips to her pretty, plump pink ones.
And I almost do.
“Can I have that first aid kit back?” A voice calls out from the gift shop. “I need to put it up before we close up.”
“Right,” I clear my throat and lean away, reality crashing down hard on me.I shouldn’t let myself do this. I don’t want to fuck up the yacht trip.
Georgia ducks her head, her cheeks reddening, and I release her hand gently, gathering up the supplies and putting them back in the kit. I scoop it up and stand to my feet, taking it back to the woman.
“Thank you for this,” I say, placing it back in her arms. “I appreciate it.”
She gives me a nod and then disappears back into the gift shop. I turn back to Georgia, whose gaze is out on the water, rather than on me. It gives me the perfect view of her, and my chest tightens.
I have no idea how I’m going to resist you, Georgia Blake.
Chapter 6
Brody
“Idid offer to help her in the kitchen,” Emmett tells me, as we lean against the railing on the main deck. “But she’s stubborn.”
“I prefer to use the worddriven,” I correct Emmett. “She doesn’t need anyone, and I like that about her.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Emmett’s eyes drop away from me, shifting to where Georgia is lying out on the deck lounge chair in a tiny little red bikini. I can see the shift in his expression.
She’s impossible not to stare at.
Which is why this was a bad idea to hire her.I knew the moment that I saw her at her birthday party, all grown up and irresistible, that this would be a really bad idea.I’m too damn old for her. I’m best friends with her father. And I’m her employer.
That’s three solid reasonsnotto let myself check her out.
But not a single one of them seems to stop me. As Emmett takes a phone call, I let my eyes linger on her body, stopping to pause at the way her full, perky breasts press against the thin red material.
Fuck me.My cock strains against my shorts, and I’m left trying to adjust it discreetly.This is the problem with her being here.I’m just torturing myself.
Still, I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking her as deeply as I possibly can into my mouth. Maybe she could straddle my lap, and I could press those little bikini bottoms to the side.
And slide my cock deep into her tight little pussy.
She shifts on the lounger and then reaches for her phone, picking it up and putting it to her ear.
God,how I’d like to run my mouth down her stomach, kissing my way to her pelvis. I’d grab the hem of her bottoms with my teeth.
“Oh, hey, Dad,” Georgia’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I am immediately jarred right back into reality.
