Noa
“How is Zayn single?” I asked as we were transported by what I could only refer to as a luxury golf cart from the car to the edge of the dock. Where, I kid you not, two people dressed asnurseswaited with wheelchairs. To take us up to the floating house Zayn had the audacity to call his ‘little trawler.’
“Thinking of trading up?” Caymen asked, shooting me a smirk.
“I mean, he’s handsome, sure, but will he grab me by the throat and call me a good girl? I don’t think so.”
Caymen’s eyes flashed at that and the way he gripped my thigh made me think he had plans on how he wanted to spend our time on the boat.
After some food, coffee, and sleep, I was game.
“I can walk,” Caymen insisted when the male nurse came to his side of the cart.
“I’m under strict orders,” the nurse said, looking apologetic. But also… not. Because if I knew anything about Zayn, it was that he loved to throw money around even on the stupidest shit. So these nurses were probably making a couple grand just to get us onto the damn boat.
“Fine,” Caymen, looking just as tired as I felt, agreed and dropped into the wheelchair.
“So, I forgot to ask,” I said when we were standing on the boat’s deck. “Do you know how to steer a boat?”
“I once got my dad’s friend’s fishing boat back to shore when both of them passed out drunk. But other than that… no. You?”
“I mean, same. Small boats. Nothing like this. So how are we—”
“Good morning!” a too-cheerful man greeted us in an all-white uniform and a sparkling white smile, his golden hair catching the sun. “I’m Charlie. I’m going to get you folks to your location.”
Oh.
Well.
That was disappointing.
I kind of wanted to spend the whole next day or two naked with Caymen. And nobody else.
“Then as soon as you’re settled, I’ll call for a water taxi and leave you two to your vacation.”
“Christ. Zayn’s thought of everything, hasn’t he?”
“Everything is settled. You have nothing to worry about,” Charlie assured us. “You can just get yourselves settled and let me handle the rest.”
“We’ll take you up on that,” Caymen said, wrapping an arm around me to help support me as I hobbled in my boot.
“There are seats on the deck,” Charlie said, waving toward the front of the boat.
“Looks closer than the inside,” I said with a shrug.
Then we hobbled our way to the two small seats at the bow. Behind us, there was a comfy-looking sun pad, but I was worried if I laid down there, I’d pass out and wake up horribly sunburned.
And just like that, we were off, cutting across the water and running away from all our worries.
At least for a little while.
“This was the right choice,” Caymen said when we stopped in the water and Charlie set the anchor down.
“Yeah,” I agreed, leaning my head on his arm.
“You’re all set, folks,” Charlie called when he was done, waving at us.
Then we watched as, I shit you not, a yellow and black painted boat taxi came toward Zayn’s boat.
