{BOOK TWO}...Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house.
But desire for Taehyung...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
He beams, grinning from ear to ear. "You wait until the spinney's up." He points with his chin toward Mac, who is unfurling the spinnaker - a sail that's a dark, rich red. It reminds me of the walls in the playroom.
"Interesting color," I shout.
He gives me a wolfish grin and winks. Oh, it's deliberate.
The spinney balloons out - a large, odd elliptical shape - putting The Grace in overdrive. Finding her head, she speeds over the Sound.
"Asymmetrical sail. For speed." Taehyung answers my unasked question.
"It's amazing." I can think of nothing better to say. I have the most ridiculous grin on my face as we whip through the water, heading for the majesty of the Olympic Mountains and Bainbridge Island.
Glancing back, I see Seattle shrinking behind us, Mount Rainier in the far distance.
I had not really appreciated how beautiful and rugged Seattle's surrounding landscape is - verdant, lush, and temperate, tall evergreens and cliff faces jutting out here and there.
It has a wild but serene beauty on this glorious sunny afternoon that takes my breath away.
The stillness is stunning compared to our speed as we whip across the water.
"How fast are we going?"
"She's doing 15 knots."
"I have no idea what that means."
"It's about 17 miles an hour."
"Is that all? It feels much faster."
He squeezes my hands, smiling. "You look lovely, Jungkook. It's good to see some color in your cheeks... and not from blushing. You look like you do in Jaehyun's photos."
I turn and kiss him.
"You know how to show a guy a good time, Mr. Kim."
"We aim to please, Mister Jeon." He scoops my hair out of the way and kisses the back of my neck, sending delicious tingles down my spine. "I like seeing you happy," he murmurs and tightens his arms around me.
I gaze out over the wide blue water, wondering what I could possibly have done in the past to have fortune smile and deliver this beautiful man to me.
Yes, you're a lucky bitch, my subconscious snaps. But you have your work cut out with him. He's not going to want this vanilla crap forever... you're going to have to compromise. I glare mentally at my subconscious snarky, insolent face and rest my head against Taehyung's chest. But deep down I know my subconscious is right, but I banish the thoughts. I don't want to spoil my day.
An hour later, we are anchored in a small, secluded cove off Bainbridge Island. Mac has gone ashore in the inflatable - for what, I don't know - but I have my suspicions because as soon as Mac starts the outboard engine, Taehyung grabs my hand and practically drags me into his cabin, a man with a mission.
