God, the way he groaned into my mouth…
Instead of standing awkwardly and forcing myself to not look at him as my mind plays the kiss on repeat, I turn and look down the dock squinting from the sunlight. Two familiar figures walk toward us and a grin breaks out of my face.
Dr. and Mr. Olivier are the classiest people I've seen in real life.
Dr. Grace Olivier is the epitome of class and at sixty-five she still exudes beauty and elegance. Growing up, I used to think of her as an angel with her graceful movements and soft voice. Her silver hair shines in the sunlight, her casual dress blows in the light breeze. She's who I hoped I looked like when I arrived yesterday before it went sideways.
Her husband, Mark Olivier, is some type of finance guru. He's nice enough, but I never got as close to him as I did with Grace. Like his wife, he looks years younger than he actually is. It's easy to see that he still works out, the fitted button-up shows that off well enough.
When they're close enough to see me, I wave enthusiastically with both hands drawing chuckles from Keeran.
"Whoa, don't I feel late to the party." Completely unfazed by how late he is, Robbie strolls through the doors with a lazy grin, pushing his floppy hair away from his face.
"That's because you are." I'm surprised it wasn't Captain’s voice, but Garrett's that chastises him.
Robbie just shrugs as he takes his place, completely unbothered by Garrett's cool tone, "Nature calls." Keeran hides her mouth with her hand trying and failing to stifle her chuckles.
Damn, she's got it bad.
Damon mumbles under his breath, "Get your game faces on wankers," as Captain turns and greets our guests.
Guests? Owners? Who even knows at this point?
Captain Pike welcomes them aboard and introduces the rest of the crew to them going down the line. Everyone is all smiles and politely waves when it's their turn. Once introductions are made Captain fills them in on the travel plans before leaving them to my care.
The moment Captain leaves for the bridge, Dr. Olivier throws her arms around me in a big hug. "Hannah, it's so good to see you. I'm so glad you decided to come back to us, we love having you here."
"I love being here,” I reply, hugging her back.
Grace pulls back and Mark steps in to give me a quick side hug."Good to see you, kid."
"I have everything ready for you," I say, sliding into the stewardess role and motioning them into the main salon. "Everything is set up just like you like it. The chef will have lunch whenever you're ready and can go over the menu with you if you would like."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful. You've done such a good job." Her eyes dart around the room, and Grace pats my shoulder as we reach the steps that lead down to the guest cabins.
"Can I get you anything?" I'm proud of the work I've put in but I always feel like there's more I should be doing.
"I'd like a glass of gin and tonic. Grace?" Mark caresses her back gently as he leads her to their room.
"Oh, I think I'd like a white wine spritzer. Thank you."
I leave them to get settled and head to the bar to make their drinks. Aidan and Robbie carry the luggage onto the aft deck, both huffing and puffing at the heavy suitcases as Keeran watches them, bowing over with laughter that makes me chuckle.
This is going to be a good few weeks, I can feel it.
Chapter Six
Anson
This week on the boat with Hannah has been hell.
Why did I have to lose control like that? It was a stupid fucking mistake and now I have to live with the consequences.
Meaning my dick is constantly hard at the sight of her.
Nothing, not the crystal blue waves, running the boat, or the threat of severe weather can take my mind off of her.
Since that first morning, Hannah has been up bright and early and always brings me a steaming mug of coffee. She doesn't say anything other than good morning and aside from radio communication, she's been silent.
