"Never mind," Grant said brusquely. "I think I have work I need to do." He started to stride back to the car.
"No!" Carter said, grunting as he tried to stop Grant. "Please don't leave me on the boat by myself."
"Can we all please act like adults?" Mark called after them.
Finn looked around in bemusement.
"I’m telling Kate if you leave!" Carter yelled. Grant stopped and turned around.
"Fine, but he'd"—Grant pointed to Jean-Claude—"better stay the hell away from me."
Fernando called to them from one of the upper decks, and they trudged into the boat. Carter let the very good-looking crew members take his bags and hand him a drink as the yacht pulled away from the marina and out into the open ocean.
"So where are we going?" Eric asked.
"Just around the coast to the Keys and back. It's only a few days. We all have jobs."
"Let's get this over with," Grant muttered.
"It is an impressive yacht," Mark said to Fernando.
"Yes, we have several cabins…"
"I’m not sharing," Carter interjected.
"There's plenty of room. No one has to share."
The boat lurched, and Finn looked around with a frown. "I hope the crew knows what they're doing."
"Relax."
"I don't relax on boats."
"Finn was a big-time sailor," Carter said. "He almost made the Olympic team when he was in high school."
"I peaked too early." Finn sighed.
They watched the waves, and as evening started to fall, the chef cooked them a delicious meal of grilled seafood.
After dinner, some of the female crew handed out more drinks, and they all walked around, exploring the large boat.
"Is that a stripper pole?" Grant asked when they entered one lounge that was below deck. It looked like a club, complete with white leather couches, velvet on the walls, and pulsing LED lights.
The two female crew members who were leading the tour giggled then ripped off their uniforms and started dancing suggestively.
"Whoa," Grant exclaimed, and Eric covered his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Jean-Claude purred, looking at the now-topless women appreciatively. "That's what they're here for." He let his hand run down the full length of one of the women.
Grant glared at him then ordered the girls, "Get out and go put your clothes on."
"This is my bachelor party!" Fernando said as the girls scurried into the next room, clutching their ripped uniforms to their chests.
"Yes, as a precursor to yourmarriage," Grant told him.
"Brandy understands who she's marrying."
"You should still strive to be a better man," Grant told Fernando.
