Taja Wilson doesn't belong on a yacht in the South of France. She's not supposed to be a nanny. And she's definitely not supposed to fall for her hot, brooding, single-dad boss. But even if she can resist Micheal's growling accent, his sweet daughte...
The sun throws a thousand sparkles off the aquamarine waves as La Siréne speeds towards Corsica. "It's perfect." "Yes. You are." The coastline fades into the distance, and Micheal stands by my side, the wind ruffling my hair. He cups my face in his hand. His eyes are bright in the sunlight. "May I?" I smile and close the distance before Micheal can, lightly pressing my lips to his. For a moment, he returns my attention softly, his thumb running back and forth along my cheek. Then he crowds me against the railing, turning the kiss into something that simmers with delicious promise. "Should we be doing this out in the open? Won't someone come by?" "Most of the crew is on vacation this weekend. No one's wandering around." "How convenient." "Can you blame me for wanting to keep you to myself?" I giggle.
"Micheal, you have me." "Say that again." I giggle again, blushing. "You have me, Micheal. For as long as I'm here." Micheal flashes a brilliant grin at me, and my stomach swoops. "When you smile like that, my heart skips a beat." His smiles wavers slightly. "Normally, I might caution you to protect your heart, but I'm throwing caution to the wind. No rules for two days and two nights. Will you grant me that?" "Is that a request or a demand?" "You can say no." "I think I'd rather swim back to France, actually." "Taja! Please tell me your kidding." I laugh. "Of course I'll give them to you, Micheal. That why I'm here." "You can change your mind at any time. There are no obligations. I need you to know that." "You can change your mind too, but I really hope you don't."
Micheal hooks a finger into my top, tugging me into a brief but fiery kiss. "Much as I regret it, I have some work to do this afternoon. Meet me for wine at seven o'clock?" "I'll see you then." With one last kiss, Micheal sends me off to my room, where I shower and shave my legs.
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I'm just finishing up when suddenly, gravity seems to shift as a huge wave rock the boat! "Aaah!" I tumble across the shower stall and crumple to a heap on the floor. I hear a thumping of frantic footsteps, and Micheal appears in the bathroom door. "Taja!" Micheal helps me up from the ground and pulls me into his arms, not caring that I'm soaking his clothes. "Are you all right?" "I'm a little shaken." "That scream sounded more than a little shaken." I nod. "I know but, the yacht's never done that before. I just wasn't expecting it." "Merde. I'm sorry. I panicked. I thought you were hurt." "Not hurt. Everything seems to be in working order." Micheal's eyes slides down my body and back up. He swallows and speaks in a rough voice. "Yes... very much so."
Goosebumps prickles on my skin as I realize how much my tiny towel reveals. "But perhaps I should check. Just in case you're injured. Is that alright?" He moves to the bathroom door, shutting it with a soft snick and turning the catch. Boxing me in. (Something tells me this might go beyond a little medical checkup.) "Please. Let me take care of you." I nod, and Micheal moves towards me, hemming me in against the sink. "How did you fall? Where does it hurt?" "I'm mostly fine. I think I might have banged my elbow a bit." Micheal bends to look, fingers sliding up my forearm in a slow, light drag that leaves goosebumps in its wake. "Yes, this might bruise a little. But I think you'll live. Anywhere else?" "Just... my hip. I fell on my side. I think I'm going to have a bruise just... here."
