And I have no idea what happened.
I mean, honestly, the conversation with Emmett last night went absolutely nowhere, but he was right… Georgiaisa grown woman, and the decision of who she sleeps with is up to her.
Well, and maybe I was kind of a dick.
I purse my lips, the scene of my temper tantrum playing in my head. I brush it aside and reach for a muffin. Emmett does the same, but he keeps his eyes trained on Georgia, nodding to the seat.
“Why don’t you enjoy the fact that you don’t have to cook this morning?”
“I actuallywantto do my job,” Georgia hits back, and Miles, who’s still lingering near the table, shakes his head.
“Yeah, I’ll see you guys later.” He ducks out of the room, but not before casting a solemn look of disapproval at the three of us. “Have a good breakfast.”
“You, too,” Georgia calls out before Emmett and I can.
A flame of irritation kicks off in my chest, and I grit my teeth to stop it from growing into full-blown anger. I peel the bottom paper off my breakfast and drop it on the tabletop.
“I’m not cleaning up, by the way,” Georgia meets my gaze, her pretty blue eyes alight with a sass that makes my dick hard and my head angry. “If I’m not cooking, I’m not cleaning up everyone’s messes either.”
“That’s fair,” Emmett speaks up, his eyes lingering on her. “What do you want to do today, hon?”
Hon.My jaw goes so tight it hurts. No matter how much Emmett defends his position, I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all.
“I think I’ll spend some time on my own, not really interested in spending time with anyone on this ship at the moment.”
I glance at Emmett, who’s now looking at me with the same expression.I have no idea what she’s talking about, but we’re on the shit list right now.
Emmett plucks up a muffin, leaning back in his chair. “You sound like something is on your mind.”
I roll my eyes at the cool tone. “Probably something about last night.”
She pulls out a chair adjacent to me and then plops down, letting out a sigh. My mouth grows dry at the curvature of her hips in the black, thin shorts over her bikini. Her tits sit perky and pretty, a white, loose-fitted tank covering them.
But it’s still sheer enough to see her black bathing suit top beneath.
My dick grows hard at the sight.Fuck, stop being a perv. It’s not like she’s going to want anything to do with me after the fit I had.Even if Emmett thinks otherwise.
‘Women can get over anything,’he’d said last night.
It’s bullshit. Women forget nothing. He clearly hasn’t had enough serious relationships to understand that.
“So… what’s on your mind?” Emmett’s voice comes back in real time. “You look like something’s bothering you. I’ll keep pushing until you answer.” He flashes her one of his famous grins.
And she relaxes a little.
How the fuck does his smile always fix everything?
I take a bite of my breakfast, forcing myself not to choke at the dry, crumbling muffin.
“They were freezer-burned when I got them out,” Georgia says, her tone icy and unbothered. Her eyes dance across my face, and I swear, there’s a hint of amusement there, as if she’s tempting me to go off on her again.
Not gonna happen.
“I think they’re great,” Emmett chimes, taking his usual good boy stance. The man always just agrees and goes with the flow. But I guess that’s how he gets people to talk to him for his interviews.
“I think they’re what was there and needed to be eaten. It won’t be long, and we’ll be at the Outer Banks. Isn’t that right, Captain?” Georgia turns to me.
I swallow some of the dry muffin, trying not to choke. “Yep. That’s what the plan is.” I open my mouth to say more, but then clamp it shut. I don’t want to set her off.
