Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
If there was one thing she learned from casually observing Cassidy and William's relationship develop over time, it was how every relationship also needed an occasional bit of spice to keep things exciting. Vixen was determined that her own relationship be the same by making sure she kept Christopher on his toes. Since the lovely man had been spoiled by women his entire life, it would do him good to feel a dose of frustration here and there.
Vixen's phone started ringing just as she was about to turn around the corner, and a smile curved over her lips when she saw Christopher's name on the screen. She answered the call, saying, "What can I do for you, Mr. Masterton?"
"Like you really mean that," Christopher grumbled in her ear, "and enough with that 'Mr. Masterton' crap—-"
"Um, Christopher?" Vixen, having finally started walking again, stopped only after a few steps when she saw a young woman crying in the adjacent hallway. "Can I call you back?"
"But we've only just started to talk."
"I know, and I'll explain later. Love you, bye."
Christopher didn't even have the chance to answer, with Vixen already hanging up, and all he could do was shake his head. Damn. What was it with this girl that she seemed to have turned him into a masochist overnight? The more she played it cool like this, the more he found himself wanting her.
Vixen, meanwhile, had decided to approach the other girl. She looked about Vixen's age and wore a bright orange shirt that bore the cruise ship's logo. She was also still crying, and Vixen asked tentatively, "Are you alright?"
A GRIN CURVED OVER Christopher's lips when he heard the door open just as he came out of the shower. "Welcome back, m'dear." Turning around, Christopher was already reaching for the towel wrapped low around his hips, and just as he was about to take it off...
What the fuck?
Christopher went completely still as a girl he had never seen in his life entered his suite, and following right behind her was Vixen.
The sound of the door shutting closed brought him back to his senses, and Christopher said right away, "I'm sorry, I don't do threesomes."
The girl appeared horrified while Vixen's gaze narrowed at him. "Is that the truth?"
"Well..." Realizing too late that he had himself fucked over with that one, Christopher said evasively, "I used to..."
Vixen crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh really?"
God, she was fucking cute when she was jealous like this. And scary as fuck. It was about four parts cute and six parts scary, which was why Christopher said very firmly, "Yes. I used to, but not anymore." And because he was no idiot, he changed the subject right after as he gestured to the other girl, asking, "Who's this?"
Vixen was still jealous at the thought of Christopher making love to multiple women, but with Christopher having already reached her side and taking her hand into his, she did feel just a bit reassured.
Not that it meant she'd let this subject completely go though, Vixen thought. They could talk about it later, but for now...
She turned to the other girl. "This is...um..."
Christopher's gaze turned incredulous when Vixen's voice trailed off. "You have no idea what her name is...and you brought her to our room?"
Vixen blinked. Christopher had used the word 'our' instead of 'my'. Our! And he had said it so easily like he was already used to thinking of them as one unit!
Clearing her throat, Vixen managed to say evasively, "Never mind that for now. Can you please cover yourself up first?" She looked pointedly at his nearly naked body, but the shameless man only grinned at her.
"Too much distraction?"
"Sure, sure, whatever you—-mmph!" Christopher had suddenly cupped her face to give her a quick hard kiss, and by the time Vixen recovered the blasted man had already safely locked himself inside the en-suite with a change of clothes. Seriously, the man was just too outrageously...sweet!
When Christopher came back out, properly covered up as ordered in a dress shirt and trousers, he saw that the two girls were occupying the pair of lounge chairs and deep in discussion. Thinking that his presence wouldn't be appreciated, he was about to head out and give them some privacy when he heard a familiar name being mentioned.
Christopher turned back around, asking in surprise, "Did you just say James Winterbourne?"
A FEW HOURS AGO
24-year-old Leighton Gibbs had a hard time believing her ears when Mindy from reception called to tell her about a housekeeping request from Suite 14.
As she pulled her housekeeping cart and began rolling it down the hallway, Leighton couldn't help wondering how such a request came to be. This was an adults-only cruise, and guests had only started checking in an hour ago. How was it possible for a guest to mess up a suite that bad under sixty minutes?