Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Iris is the quieter of the two, and has this soft mousy brown hair that goes all the way down her back, and hazel eyes. She has freckles on her nose, and is the shortest out of all of us, but she makes it work. Even when they told her she wasn’t tall enough, wasn’t lean enough, she made it work. She is a good dancer. Sure, she might never be in the lead, but she has gotten somewhere and that’s something to be proud of.
“Oh, good,” says Rachel, her lips barely moving, “you made it.”
I smile with as much poison as I can manage. “Well, considering my dad paid for your trip, I should think you’d be more grateful to be here.”
Yuck, I just sounded like him.
Rachel loses her smile, and Iris snorts. “Of course you’re going to remind us your daddy paid for this trip. We’re part of the team, too, or did you forget?”
“Trust me,” I mumble. “That is impossible to forget.”
Aggie leans in, whispering, “I hope they clear us to throw trash overboard, because those two are already polluting the atmosphere.”
I laugh and Tatiana continues glaring at the two of them.
We hustle forward, getting onto the yacht like a pack of wild animals. There is too much chattering and giggling, and I am still far too suspicious about this trip and why the hell my father decided it was essential right in this very moment of time. I try to shake it off, though, because I know it is important that I relax and enjoy it. Hell, it might be the only vacation I actually get anytime soon.
Inside, it’s even more surreal. Marble floors, a single curved staircase, fancy lights and polished timber walls. Everything smells faintly of lemon and bleach. Aggie takes off at a sprint up the staircase, calling dibs on whatever room she can find before the others. Tati follows her with a screech, and I can’t help but laugh. I could follow them, but I don’t actually care where I sleep. I am too fascinated by how utterly beautiful this boat is.
I’m no more than ten steps in when I spot the first man.
Considering I wasn’t expecting anyone but the crew, I am shocked, especially because this man isn’t the kind I ever would have thought I would see on a yacht. I pause, tipping my head to the side as my eyes scan over him. This man, he doesn’t belong here. He isn’t rich, or fancy, and he certainly isn’t a crew member.
So, who the hell is he?
He’s leaning against the wall next to the elevator, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes lowered as he scans the room. His jaw is sharp, stubble so consistent it feels deliberate, and when he shifts, I notice the telltale ink snaking up the side of his neck and disappearing beneath his collar. He clocks me looking and tips his chin, the smallest possible acknowledgment.
I have to remind myself to breathe, because he has the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen on a man. Laced with golden specks, they feel as though they penetrate right through me. He is, without a doubt, the most breathtaking and terrifying man I have ever seen.
Nobody mentioned security on this trip. At least, not this kind. My father’s protection always wore blazers and earpieces, eyes on the exits, never on me. This guy’s different. He’s maybe ten years older than me but carries himself like he could kill time—and probably me—just by thinking about it.
I step toward him before I know why. Maybe it’s pure curiosity.
“Nice outfit,” I say, gesturing to his all-black everything. “You guys the on-board entertainment? Should we expect a strip show?”
He smirks. His teeth are perfect, which isn’t what I expected. “Entertainment’s not my thing. I keep people from making bad decisions. Mostly, a bunch of ballet dancers.”
I glance at his hands, and see old yellowing bruises on his knuckles. Up close, his face has some faded silver scars that tell me he has been in a few fights.
“Well, lucky for you, we’re not too much trouble. Though, a strip show would be nice. I’m Grace, by the way.”
“I know who you are,” he murmurs. “I’m Ace.”
I laugh. “Ace and Grace. Hilarious.”
His mouth twitches.
Aggie appears at the landing above us, her face erupting into the world's biggest smile. “Grace! They left chocolate on every pillow! And there’s a spa, and a movie theatre, and a fucking juice bar with six kinds of fresh-squeezed...” She trails off when she sees Ace, and her whole face rearranges itself into a mask of sudden, intense interest. “Oh, hello there...I didn’t know we got men, too.”
His eyes scan over her. “Security.”
“I’ve already asked about the strip show, he said no,” I say, walking towards her.
Aggie raises her brows and looks at me, and then her eyes widen as she looks past me. I glance around, and sure enough, there’s two more of them—the first one, taller than Ace but less solid, has dirty blond hair, gorgeous brown eyes and skin that looks like a bronze god. He is spectacular.