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Realizing it was just Jett and me now on water, alone I sat up and looked at the partition. He
wasn t there. A moment later, I felt his presence behind me. I turned and smiled and he rewarded me
with a lazy grin.
Had a good nap?
How do you know?
He leaned forward and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. Because I know what you
look like when you wake up. You have a sexy, carefree look about you, like you ve been to a different
place.
I felt my cheeks catch fire. Sexy, huh? I like that. I always thought I looked grumpy. Sexy
definitely sounds way better.
Even your grumpy looks are sexy. He reached out to help me up and turned me around,
wrapping his arms around me so my back was pressed against his front. I snuggled against his chest
and craned my neck to accommodate his exploring lips on my earlobe. My skin felt warm hot even
and not just from the sun.
How long have you been driving a boat? I asked to distract myself from the sudden tension in
the air.
I took my first course six years ago, but my father taught me the basics as a child.
That s nice, I said, leaning into him so he wouldn t stop his nibbling. You sure know what
you re doing.
You mean the boat, or this? His teeth grazed my skin just a little bit harder than was
necessary, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. His caress made it hard for me to keep my
composure, so I pulled away and stepped aside to put some much-needed distance between us.
Come on. Let s go inside. He grinned and held out his hand. I eyed it carefully, not quite
trusting that he wouldn t just grab me in his arms and do whatever he had been about to do. I won t
bite unless you want me to, Jett said.
Why? What s inside?
Iced Tea? Water? You must be dehydrated. And I was. But I still didn t trust the dangerous
glint in his eyes. Besides, it s cooler inside.
No funny business. I said.
You know me.
Hell yeah, I did. Which is exactly why I don t trust you when we re alone. He smiled that
panty-dropping smile of his that always made me want to rip the clothes off his glorious body and
wrap myself around him. Was there pride in his eyes? I groaned, irritated with myself for inflating his
over-inflated ego some more. I didn t mean it like a compliment. It s not like you re a sex god or
anything.
Why thanks, baby. I d love to prove my worth.
Oh gosh. Why couldn t I just keep my big mouth shut?
A lazy grin lit up his face and my brain switched off for a second. Annoyed, I rolled my eyes and
took off across the deck and down the stairs to the master saloon, confident that he d follow behind.
I sat down on the couch and watched him pour us two glasses of bottled water from the fridge.
Thanks, I said as he passed me a glass and sat down opposite from me. I took a few sips and
placed the glass in front of me on the table, all too aware of his intense gaze.
Through the windows I could see the sparkling water, and the soft movement eased my tension,
but not enough to make me feel less nervous around him.
I don t know anyone who owns a boat, let alone can navigate one, I admitted. I think it s
pretty amazing. Is there anything else you ve been keeping from me?
He inclined his head. I m not particularly good at flying. My brother s way better than me,
which annoyed my father to no end. They re both highly competitive, challenging me to beat them at
whatever it was that caught their attention. But it was always the not particularly risky stuff. You
know, flying, gambling, hunting, sky diving& you name it. I was more interested in other stuff.
I laughed. Was he serious? I wanted to point out that all of the things he mentioned were risky,
but I decided to dive into that later. What other stuff? I asked instead.
He leaned so close I could see the tiny lines beneath his eyes and feel the delicious warmth of
his breath. His piercing gaze met mine. For some time I had the crazy idea to work undercover. I
raised my brows in confusion and his grin widened. You know& head hunt people. I took martial arts
classes, trained in all the James Bond stuff you see on TV. I joined a gang. It was my way to handle
anger. He waved his hand like it didn t matter. I almost choked on my breath.
Wait a sec. Rewind a bit. Did you say gang ?
He grimaced. Sort of. Though not the drug dealing type you probably have in mind. Everyone
said I had problems with authority, which I guess was true. I didn t listen to anyone. Not my father,
not my teachers. No one.
And by head hunting I assume you re not talking about sifting through prospective candidates
to fill a job opening.
He shook his head, still grinning.
Wow. I stared at him, open-mouthed. It was difficult to imagine Jett the refined CEO of one
of the largest and most successful real estate companies in the world doing something dangerous,
and yet I was inclined to believe him. He had struck me as the bad boy type all right when I first met
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