“It’s nothing…” Callum stands up from the lounger. “Do you want another guava margarita?”
“Of course.” Handing him my cruise card, he walks over to the tequila bar, and I dive back into my book.
I can’t help but stare at Callum as he crosses back over to our chairs with two drinks in his hand. He is in his swim trunks, muscular chest and abs on display. When he gets to our chairs, he wipes at the corner of my mouth.
“You got a little drool there, sunflower.” He chuckles and sits back in his chair.
“Oh, I’m sorry. There is a hot guy over there, and I couldn’t help myself.” His gaze darkens and leans into me. His hand gently wraps around my throat.
“You are mine, Sunflower. I also know that you were staring at me.” He pulls me into him by the hand wrapped around my throat, and kisses me so possessively. I almost forgot we were in public for a minute.
I break the kiss, and I just stare at him while I catch my breath. The smile on his face could melt an iceberg. Running my fingers through his dark blonde hair, resisting the urge to climb on top of him.
“I need to cool down. I’m going to jump in the pool.” I stand up and head towards the pool. When strong arms band around my waist and I am carried towards the pool.
“Sounds like a plan, Sunflower.” He whispers in my ear. “Then we need to get ready for formal night.”
The shower stall in our state room is small, but I enjoy the cool water washing away the salt. Tonight is a special night on the cruise. They call it formal night, which means that gorgeousdress I bought last month gets to come out and play. Callum is going to eat his heart out.
Everything has been buffed, shaved, and moisturized. I mean absolutely everything. The coconut body butter makes my skin glisten, and I smell edible, if I do say so myself.
Whoa, look at you, Miss Confidence.
Once my entire body is moisturized, I slip on a pair of black lacy boy shorts. Feeling the bottom of my butt cheeks peek out of the bottom, I turn to allow Cal a little peek. Making the decision, I’m going to do my hair and makeup just in these panties. Let him drool for a minute.
My hair is blown out straight with the perfect amount of body and bounce. I gave myself a sultry Smokey eye with a nude lip, and I feel so absolutely sexy. Facing Callum, I let him get a peek at myself. I am still topless, so I’m sure he is going to just stare at my chest, but maybe he will surprise me.
“Oh, Sunflower, you are gorgeous.” His eyes darken, but they never leave my eyes. “Now let’s see this dress on your delectable body.”
He is sitting in a pair of black dress slacks and a bright blue button-down, and a matching tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, allowing me to see his defined forearms. Bookish girls joke about forearm porn, and I never really understood until I met Cal. Standing up from the bed, he grabs my dress out of the small closet along the wall.
“Step into it, and turn around.” I follow his directions, and as he zips up the back of the dress, Cal’s knuckles run up my spine. “I got us reservations for tonight at the steak house.”
“Yummy.” I giggle, and then Cal lowers his lips to the spot where my neck meets my shoulders, and I shudder.
“Let’s go.” He twirls me under his arm and then takes a quick look at me in the dress. “Fuck, yup. We need to leave before my plans fall apart.”
Callum leads me out of our state room, gently closing the door behind us. The ship is gorgeous. Modern lines and glass are everywhere. We walk past the atrium, where a huge LED pillar stands in the middle. The bar around the pillar is full of guests, all dressed in their finest.
“The steakhouse is this way.” Callum leads me to a restaurant called Celsius 777. This place is nicer than anywhere I have ever been. We walk up to the hostess stand, where a woman with a warm smile greets us.
“Welcome!” She says.
“Reservation under room 4210,” Cal tells her.
“Yes, here it is. Follow me.” She walks away from her stand, and we follow behind her.
Walking through the restaurant, she leads us through a glass door to a table out on the deck of the ship. The sun is setting to my right, and it is a warm night. The table is intimate just for the two of us. A couple of electric candles flicker between us. When the waiter walks up to greet us.
“Do you know what you would like to eat?” They ask.
“How does the surf and turf sound?” Callum looks to me for permission to order for us.
I just nod my head in agreement with a faint blush warming my cheeks.
“Okay, so the stuffed mushrooms for the appetizer, the surf and turf with baked potatoes for the main meal, and the art at the table for dessert.” Cal shoots the guy a wink, and the waiter just nods curtly before he turns and leaves.
“What are you up to?” I ask with a smirk.
