In early July, a couple of weeks or so before we were going to wrap up this trip, the rest of the girls from Elise’s group arrived.
There were three of them, and even with their security consisting of two people total, when you added a couple of personal assistants and a kid sister, suddenly the yacht felt claustrophobic as fuck.
Luckily, they wouldn’t all be there constantly. We’d take them on day trips around the islands, but only Lila and her sister would stay on the yacht. The rest of them had booked some luxury villa on Nassau, which probably cost more per night than I was paid for a month.
Either way, I was responsible for snacks and lunches during the days everyone was aboard, and while it was kind of fun, it also got slightly stressful with all the different diets people had.
Now, I didn’t mind special diets at all. Some people just needed to eat in certain ways to stay healthy. Others were just plain pretentious, and I hated those ones with vigor.
The security and assistants were generally easygoing folks when it came to food, unless it was a medical thing they needed to take into account. It was the girls themselves that bugged me, because Talia and Paula both were…well, they liked to be special. Not only that, but their super special incredibly needed diets changed every time I met them, so their PAs were handing me different sheets every time.
Right now, Talia was on some sort of a diet where she couldn’t eat anything red—as in tomatoes, bell peppers, probably fucking Twizzlers—and Paula was completely off dairy despite not being lactose intolerant. She’d been super into cheeses when I’d cooked for her last, so…fun times.
At least Lila and Violet were down to earth kind of girls. Violet was barely a teenager and both adorably geeky and a little chubby in the way girls that age would often be. It clearly bothered her that Lila, Elise, Talia, and Paula were “perfect” in ways she wasn’t.
Just like the three male bodyguards were those well, bodyguard types. Straight out of any gym anywhere, really. I wasn’t a slob, but being taller than most men I met and bigger in every way, I didn’t fit the superhero physique thing either.
I’d met Violet once before. Couple of years back, she was shyer and obviously still very impressed by the glitz and glamour of her sister’s lifestyle. It was both funny and sad how disillusioned she’d become since.
“Hey,” Violet said quietly as she hopped on one of the bar stools.
I was chopping veggies again, which seemed to be about half of any given day anyway.
“Hi. How’s it going?” I asked, pushing some carrot sticks her way. I grabbed some hummus from the fridge and handed it to her as well.
“It’s okay. A bit bored.” She picked a stick and scooped up the hummus, then crunched away for a while.
I’d seen her with her nose stuck in a book or an iPad most of the days she’d been here, so I made an educated guess. “Reading got boring?”
“Ugh,” she replied, swallowed her carrot, and drank some water. “I mean, it’s fine, it’s just…”
“Stationary.”
She looked surprised. “Yeah, I guess that’s it.”
“You’re not big on exercise either?” I asked, grinning. Before she could get self-conscious, I added, “Because not everyone is. I have several friends who aren’t, but they stay thin anyway. I’ve never been that guy. If I don’t exercise, I get a gut, and—” I dramatically pushed out my belly, making her giggle. “What I’m trying to say is this: even if we don’t like exercise whether we are or aren’t bigger, sometimes our bodies just want to move.”
She gestured out of the window. “We’re in the middle of the ocean.”
“Aren’t there all sorts of gaming things in the entertainment room? If they have a VR set, there should be all kinds of games that make you move. Depending on the system of course, not every game is available for every system.”
She frowned thoughtfully. “Huh. I didn’t look too closely. I have my Switch with me, but I don’t really play lot.”
“If you have the dock with you, you could also get one of those dancing games. They look fun.”
She raised a brow and looked at me incredibly pointedly. “What, and have the girls come and beat me in it?”
I hissed. “True. That’s not a good idea.” I shuddered playfully. “We don’t need to see any more of those moves, do we?”
Giggling, she grabbed another bite of carrot and hummus, then slid off the stool and started toward the stairs that led up into the entertainment room.
Apparently, when you were a wealthy as fuck producer, you didn’t care as much about appearances. In this case, it was really nice. The yacht was much too fancy for a regular person, but it was also homey.
I’d found a pamphlet in one of the galley cupboards that said that the basic model should sleep ten guests and seven crew, but from my tour of the whole thing, I’d discovered that one of the guest bedrooms had been turned into a mini recording studio, so it actually only slept eight.
Either way, right then, I really appreciated the lack of that final bedroom, because we certainly fit here better with the smaller group of people.
I finished doing all my work for the time being just in time for Violet to come back to the galley.
