“Come on,” Brody calls out to me, my suitcase still in his hand. “We need to get you settled in. I think Emmett and Miles are already in the lounge. You need to meet them.”
“Oh, okay,” I snap back to reality and then board, immediately noticing that this boat is probably the nicest place I’ve ever been in—and it’s a freakingboat.“I’m really excited to meet everyone.”
“They’ll be excited to meet you, too,” he responds while heading into the little hallway off the main deck of the yacht. I take in the dark blue sea and skies once more and then follow him.
“So, the stairs…” Brody instructs me as I join him, “You can go to the lounge and kitchen through there,” he gestures to a door. “If you go downstairs, then that’s all the cabins, except mine. I stay up on the captain’s floor. There’s also a lookout up there.”
“Sounds nice…” My voice trails off as I hear a burst of deep laughter from the other side of the door in front of me.
“Let’s go drop your bags off in your room first, then I’ll introduce you and finish showing you around.”
“Okay,” I nod, and let Brody lead the way, trying not to stare at the muscles in his back.Get your shit together, Georgia. He’s your boss. You’ve got to stop checking him out.
“Through here,” Brody leads me to the lower floor. “I’m giving you this bedroom.” He stops at the second door. “It’s got its own bathroom. The two that Miles and Emmett will use have to share one.”
“Okay.” I open my mouth to ask him who else is going to be on board, but I stop when he swings the door open. “Wow.” I take in the upscale bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed and black, edgy furniture.
“Everything is bolted to the floor, so it won’t go anywhere if the water gets a little rocky,” Brody chuckles.
The thought of this bed moving around makes my mind go to places itdefinitelyshouldn’t.
“I love the grayscale,” I say, as Brody sets my bag down on the bed. “It’s very modern.”
He gives me a look, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”
I giggle. “I’m not. I like it.”
His expression seems to relax at that. “Well, I’m glad you like it. If you need absolutely anything at all, you can let me know. Emmett and Miles will help you out too. We don’t have maids and crew members. We do it all ourselves.”
“Oh?” I furrow my brow. “And what about the other guests?”
Brody furrows his brow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you keep mentioning Emmett and Miles, but…”
“Oh.” His eyes grow slightly wider. “There’s no one else. It’s just me, Emmett Moretti, and Miles Jameson.”
I swallow the knot that forms in my throat. “Small group.”And only men.
He breaks into a grin. “I prefer it that way. Less drama.”
“Right,” I clear my throat, trying to shake off the extra burst of nervousness.
“Do you remember where I said the lounge is?”
“Yeah, I do. Up one floor, same level as the main back deck,” I answer. “I don’t think I can get too turned around here.”
“Perfect.” Brody heads for the door. “Why don’t you go ahead and get settled in, and then meet me in the lounge? I’ll introduce you to the guys and then show you the kitchen. Take your time. I think we’re going to head out after dinner.”
“That I’m supposed to make, right?” I don’t know why I ask the question. I already know the answer.
“That would be great, unless you need more time. I’m sure we can have sandwiches if it’s a problem,” Brody says with ease, shrugging his shoulders.
“I’ll make it,” I reply quickly. The last thing I want him to think is that I’m going to slack off and treat this trip like it’s a vacation—even if I’m only cooking forthreemen.
“See you in a bit.” Brody taps the metal doorframe and then closes me in, disappearing.
Oh my god.I plop down on the edge of the bed and run my hands over my face.I can do this. It doesn’t matter that there are only three guests. It’ll make my job that much easier, right?
