I throw the car in drive and stomp on the gas.
“This is amazing,” Miles raves. “I can’t believe how good it is.”
Georgia lets out a light laugh that doesn’t hit quite right. “Yeah, well, cooking is a great de-stressor for me.” She’s avoided my eye contact all evening, and she continues to do so as she forks another bite into her mouth. “How did your meeting go?” She shifts her attention to Emmett.
“Good,” he replies with a grin. He picks up his glass of wine and takes a sip. “I think we might start that new publication. I’m totally excited about it.”
“That’s great,” she hums, a smile on her face. “I’m so glad you had a good day.”
Emmett leans across the table, holding her gaze. “I worked too much and missed your sweet face all day though.”
Her cheeks blush a deep shade of crimson. “I missed you, too.”
I drop my gaze to the plate in front of me, my head starting to spin. I’m fucking jealous. That’s just the type of guy I am. But also, I know what’s coming after dinner.
And that just makes this even more torturous.
“You okay?” Miles’s voice is directed at me.
“For sure,” I mumble, taking my last bite of lasagna and setting my fork down. “Dinner was good, thanks, Georgia.”
“Well, itismy job,” she says back to me, barely meeting my eyes.
Great, she’s going to have a fucking attitude through all this, too.
+I push back from the table and take my plate to the sink. Georgia appears at the sink with her own plate.
“We need to talk as soon as you finish up,” I say, my voice low. “You can meet me upstairs in my cabin.”
She frowns and then nods. Georgia then reaches for the sink knob, turning on the water.
And that’s that.
I shake my head and slip from the main lounge, not bothering to say anything to the guys. If Georgia wants to tell them what happened today, then she can.
But I’m not in the mood to hear their thoughts.
I ignore their weird looks as I close the door behind me and start the ascent up to my own suite. As soon as I’m inside, I go straight for the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of bourbon.
Fuck this situation.I pour myself a glass and then take a long swig, wincing at the way it burns in my throat. I rake my fingers through my hair and meet my gaze in the mirror on the cabinet door.
I look like a damn wreck. And a disloyal one at that.
I lean against the counter and sip on my drink, preparing myself for what’s to come. I don’t know if Georgia will even want to stay on the yacht. I won’t blame her if she wants to quit today. I’ll pay her in full and send her on her way.
The guys will be pissed at me.
But they aren’t as close to Robert as I am. They don’t know what it’s like to be on the other side of his temper, and I highly doubt he’s ever going to fully get over this unless I end it right fucking now.
That’s the kind of guy he is. It’s his way or the highway.
I press my lips together and then tip back my glass, downing the last of the bourbon. I breathe out as the burn fades from the liquor, and I’m left staring at the door. As I set my empty drink down, the knock comes.
“Come in,” I say, my voice hoarse.
It swings open, and there’s Georgia, looking as beautiful as ever in her shorts and black tank top, her hair still up in a ponytail.
“You want something to drink?’ I hold up my empty glass.
