the tails of the tux back just enough to give me a
gut-clenching glimpse of her deliciously-formed ass. She whirls
again, turning to sit primly on the edge of the chair before
leaning back and easing into the floor, her legs spreading into a
perfect split before she reaches behind her and flips the chair
over, setting it down in front of her.
For just over three minutes, I watch her work
that chair. She reminds me of a cat rubbing its long, slender body
in and around the legs, stretching over the back and winding around
the seat. It isn’t until her dance is nearly over that she rips her
hat off, like I saw her do that night at Exotique , and throw
it into the crowd.
Only this time she throws it to Sig.
Her hair floats around her face, but it
doesn’t conceal it, so I can plainly see the smile that she gives
him. I can also plainly see the look that she gives him as she
straddles the chair and arches her back. My blood goes from boiling
to icy in those few seconds. I have to grit my teeth when I hear
Sig say, “Come here and I’ll help you with the rest of that
outfit.”
Kennedy grins at him, the tip of her tongue
sneaking out at one corner of her mouth. For a few seconds, I think
of standing up, taking my own chair in hand and swinging it right
into Sig’s face until I hear bone crunch. But I don’t. God knows
how, but I don’t.
I’m fuming as Kennedy ends her dance and
walks in that loose-limbed way she has off the stage and back
through the curtain. I sit silently in my chair, listening to Hemi
and Sloane as I seethe, thinking to myself that Sig will keep his
mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.
“I wish I was sexy like that,” Sloane says to
Hemi, still talking about Kennedy’s performance.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,
baby. If that had been you up there, dancing in half of a tuxedo,
you’d be lying naked on that stage right now. Covered only by
me.”
“Good God! Will you two shut the hell up? I
was having a damn fine time until my ears started to bleed,” Sig
complains.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I jump up
out of my seat and onto the stage before the next word is said. I
stride across the shiny black surface and duck between the two
halves of the heavy curtain in search of Kennedy. Only she isn’t
back stage. I stomp around for a minute, looking for her in all the
logical places before I take off down the hall to the front of the
boat where the crew quarters are located. When I reach her room,
I’m still irate as I raise my fist to bang on her door.
CHAPTER TWENTY- Kennedy
I consider not answering the first harsh
thumping that I hear, but when the second round of knocks is enough
to make the panel rattle on its hinges, I figure I’d better open it
before he damages something. The last thing I need is to be blamed
for Reese breaking down my flimsy cabin door.
I walk to the door and fling it open, ready
to shoot fire at Reese. Right up until I see how irate he looks.
That gives me pause.
Grabbing me by my upper arms, Reese hauls me
up against his chest and walks me backward into my room, kicking
the door shut behind him.
“What the hell was that all about?”
I refuse to shrink from his anger. Instead, I
meet it with a calm, matter-of-fact attitude that I don’t really
feel, but am glad I could dredge up anyway .
“I danced. I entertained. Just like I was
hired to do.”
“I didn’t hire you to flirt with every man on
this ship,” Reese spits furiously.
“I thought that was just part of my
performance. Like cozying up to you today on deck.”
I know my words strike a chord when I see his
eyes flash with a dark light. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to
take full advantage of your employment then.”
His quiet yet somehow even angrier voice
triggers my own temper again. “Is that why you sent me those lab
results? You think working for you should include sleeping with
you? If that’s the case, then you can just drop me off at the
gut-clenching glimpse of her deliciously-formed ass. She whirls
again, turning to sit primly on the edge of the chair before
leaning back and easing into the floor, her legs spreading into a
perfect split before she reaches behind her and flips the chair
over, setting it down in front of her.
For just over three minutes, I watch her work
that chair. She reminds me of a cat rubbing its long, slender body
in and around the legs, stretching over the back and winding around
the seat. It isn’t until her dance is nearly over that she rips her
hat off, like I saw her do that night at Exotique , and throw
it into the crowd.
Only this time she throws it to Sig.
Her hair floats around her face, but it
doesn’t conceal it, so I can plainly see the smile that she gives
him. I can also plainly see the look that she gives him as she
straddles the chair and arches her back. My blood goes from boiling
to icy in those few seconds. I have to grit my teeth when I hear
Sig say, “Come here and I’ll help you with the rest of that
outfit.”
Kennedy grins at him, the tip of her tongue
sneaking out at one corner of her mouth. For a few seconds, I think
of standing up, taking my own chair in hand and swinging it right
into Sig’s face until I hear bone crunch. But I don’t. God knows
how, but I don’t.
I’m fuming as Kennedy ends her dance and
walks in that loose-limbed way she has off the stage and back
through the curtain. I sit silently in my chair, listening to Hemi
and Sloane as I seethe, thinking to myself that Sig will keep his
mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.
“I wish I was sexy like that,” Sloane says to
Hemi, still talking about Kennedy’s performance.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,
baby. If that had been you up there, dancing in half of a tuxedo,
you’d be lying naked on that stage right now. Covered only by
me.”
“Good God! Will you two shut the hell up? I
was having a damn fine time until my ears started to bleed,” Sig
complains.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I jump up
out of my seat and onto the stage before the next word is said. I
stride across the shiny black surface and duck between the two
halves of the heavy curtain in search of Kennedy. Only she isn’t
back stage. I stomp around for a minute, looking for her in all the
logical places before I take off down the hall to the front of the
boat where the crew quarters are located. When I reach her room,
I’m still irate as I raise my fist to bang on her door.
CHAPTER TWENTY- Kennedy
I consider not answering the first harsh
thumping that I hear, but when the second round of knocks is enough
to make the panel rattle on its hinges, I figure I’d better open it
before he damages something. The last thing I need is to be blamed
for Reese breaking down my flimsy cabin door.
I walk to the door and fling it open, ready
to shoot fire at Reese. Right up until I see how irate he looks.
That gives me pause.
Grabbing me by my upper arms, Reese hauls me
up against his chest and walks me backward into my room, kicking
the door shut behind him.
“What the hell was that all about?”
I refuse to shrink from his anger. Instead, I
meet it with a calm, matter-of-fact attitude that I don’t really
feel, but am glad I could dredge up anyway .
“I danced. I entertained. Just like I was
hired to do.”
“I didn’t hire you to flirt with every man on
this ship,” Reese spits furiously.
“I thought that was just part of my
performance. Like cozying up to you today on deck.”
I know my words strike a chord when I see his
eyes flash with a dark light. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to
take full advantage of your employment then.”
His quiet yet somehow even angrier voice
triggers my own temper again. “Is that why you sent me those lab
results? You think working for you should include sleeping with
you? If that’s the case, then you can just drop me off at the
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