I’m restless. Bible has been holed up in the on board study for over an hour. I have tried reading, watching TV, sunbathing—fully dressed sunbathing—but I can’t relax, and I can’t rid myself of this edgy feeling. After changing into shorts and a T-shirt, I remove the ludicrously expensive bracelet and go to find Chen.
“Mr. Sumettikul,” He says, startled from his Anthony Burgess novel. He’s sitting in the small salon outside Bible’s study.
“I’d like to go shopping.”
“Yes, sir.” He stands.
“I’d like to take the Jet Ski.”
His mouth drops open. “Erm.” He frowns, lost for words.
“I don’t want to bother Bible with this.”
He represses a sigh. “Sir...um...I don’t think Mr. Sumettikul would be very comfortable with that, and I’d like to keep my job.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake! I want to roll my eyes at him, but I narrow them instead, sighing heavily and expressing, I think, the right amount of frustration.
Then again, I don’t want Bible mad at Chen—or me, for that matter. Striding confidently past him, I knock on the study door and enter.
Bible is on his phone, leaning against the mahogany desk. He glances up. “Sprite, hold please,” He mutters down the phone, his expression serious.
His gaze is politely expectant. Shit. Why do I feel like I’ve entered the principal’s office? This man had me in handcuffs yesterday. I refuse to be intimidated by him, he’s my husband damn it. I square my shoulders and give him a broad smile.
“I’m going shopping. I’ll take security with me.”
“Sure, take one of the twins and Chen, too,” He says, and I know that whatever’s happening is serious because he doesn’t question me further. I stand staring at him, wondering if I can help.
“Anything else?” He asks. He wants me gone. Crap.
“Can I get you anything?” I ask. He smiles his sweet shy smile.
“No, baby, I’m good,” He says. “The crew will look after me.”
“Okay.” I want to kiss him. Hell, I can—he’s my husband. Strolling purposefully forward, I plant a kiss on his lips, surprising him.
“Sprite, I’ll call you back,” He mutters. He puts the phone down on the desk behind him, pulls me into his embrace, and kisses me passionately. I am breathless when he releases me. His eyes are dark and needy.
“You’re distracting me. I need to sort this, so I can get back to my honeymoon.”
He runs an index finger down my face and caresses my chin, tilting my face up.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t apologize. I love your distractions.” He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Go spend some money.” He releases me.
“Will do.” I smirk at him as I exit his study. My subconscious shakes his head and purses his lips. You didn’t tell him you were going on the Jet Ski, he chastises me in his singsong voice. I ignore him.
Chen is patiently waiting.
“That’s all cleared with high command...can we go?” I smile, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. Chen doesn’t hide his admiring smile.
“Mr. Sumettikul, after you.”
Chen patiently talks me through the controls on the Jet Ski and how to ride it. He has a calm, gentle authority about him; he’s a good teacher. We are in the motor launch, bobbing and weaving on the calm waters of the harbor beside the Fair Lady. Gaston looks on, his expression hidden by his shades, and one of the Fair Lady’s crew is at the controls of the motor launch. Jeez—three people with me, just because I want to go shopping. It’s ridiculous.
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A Thousand Deaths (Sumettikul's Universe Three)
ФанфикNow, Build and Bible have it all-love, passion, intimacy, wealth and a world of possibilities for their future. But Build knows that loving Bible will not be easy, and that being together will pose challenges that neither of the would anticipate. Ju...
