needed this break, and he had a lot of thinking to do on this trip about where his life was going. It certainly wasn’t going down the road he had previously chosen with Eugenia. He also had several very important contracts to review and some business decisions to make.
As he started to relax, his mind began to wander—right to Ms. Ivorie James and drinks and dinner in a couple of hours. She certainly is a tasty morsel. Great ass, nice tits. I bet that blonde hair would run though my fingers like liquid silk. He had to laugh at himself. He was acting like he hadn’t seen a good-looking woman in months. Well, Eugenia had been a beautiful woman, and the sex had been outstanding, if somewhat practiced now that he thought about it. She obviously was determined to keep him satisfied in that regard. She had even agreed to a limited foray into the BDSM world that he relished. He’d enjoyed paddling her butt a few times. He laughed at that thought. Now he was glad he had done it when he had the chance. She had sure deserved it. If anyone is not submissive, it is Eugenia Cartwright. Just goes to show how far some people will go to get what they want. I must have been a grade A moron not to see through her act. I’ll sure be more careful in the future .
Chapter Four
Ivorie stepped into the lounge on the top deck and looked around. There were several very well-dressed couples enjoying predinner cocktails. Soft jazz played in the background. She knew that not all of the passengers had boarded yet, and that several more couples were expected Sunday morning.
She saw that Drew was sitting at a backgammon table with Captain Cortelis. Both men were sipping brandy from heavy crystal glasses and seemed to be engrossed in the game. Drew wore a navy-blue linen blazer casually open over a white linen shirt and trousers. He looked good enough to eat, if she liked sour grapes, she thought. The captain wore a starched white uniform with gold-and-black braid trim, and Ivorie thought he looked extremely handsome as well. His black hair and eyes offset against the stark white uniform were striking, not to mention his impressive physique.
Ivorie walked as quietly and unobtrusively as possible to a chair on the other side of the room and sat down. Maybe if she was really quiet and sat very still he wouldn’t notice she was there, and she still couldn’t be accused of being late. It seemed like a good plan until Drew looked up from the game and spotted her. He didn’t smile at her, and from the expression on his face, she had a feeling she had made a bad miscalculation. Her heart stumbled and then began to beat in double time. She felt like a doe in the headlights.
He immediately excused himself from the game saying, “Well, Con, it seems my date is here. We can finish this game another time.”
“Absolutely, Drew. I’m off to a dinner date ashore in any event. I can take your money any time, my friend.”
“That’s a little optimistic, Con. But we’ll see. Thanks for the game.”
Drew walked over to Ivorie’s chair and put his hand out to help her up. She had no choice but to take his hand or appear very rude. When her hand touched his, she felt a tingle run up her arm. She tried to jerk back, but he held on to her hand. The contact had been electric, as though she had literally been shocked. It appeared that he had felt it as well. “You should not have tried to avoid me, Ivorie. That was not very nice.” He looked so disappointed in her that she immediately felt a little bad. Now that is really ridiculous. This is Andrew Blessingame, not some normal person .
“I wasn’t trying to avoid you,” she said, but she didn’t sound convincing even to herself. She looked up into his stormy hazel eyes lit with golden specks as she rose from the chair. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You just make me nervous.”
“That’s at least honest. I’m really not trying to make you nervous. Do you think we could try this again?” He