"Wait! What. You're taking us to your yacht?" I ask him while we're on our way to the city port.
"Yes." He says nonchalantly.
"Is there going to be other people there?" I ask while trying to sound casual about it.
He looks away from the window that he's been staring out of, and frowns at me.
"Why would there be other people?" He looks at me thoughtfully before something clicks in his head.
"Are you scared of me?" He asks with a sly grin.
"No," I respond why to quickly. "Why would I be scared of you."
He sends me a grin and then takes my hand in his.
"There's no need to be scared of me, Natalie. We're just here to watch the fireworks. I'll be a total gentleman tonight." He takes a quick pause. "Unless you don't want me to be?"
"No, please be a total gentleman," I say quickly. Making him let out a laugh.
"Ok." He says. Just as I feel the car come to a stop. "We're here."
He takes my hand again when we're both out of the car. And we start making our way to who knows where. He told the driver that he could go home for the night.
"This would really be the perfect way for you to kill me," I say thoughtfully. Making him suddenly stop.
"Yes and now you've figured out my plan. This is usually how I kill all the woman." He says looking back at me. Then starts walking again.
"Funny," I say.
We finally arrive at a sleek looking boat with the name Belle Rose scripted on the side.
He helps me get on it and then leads me to the deck. Like everything else that surrounds him, the yacht to looks lavishly and expensive.
"So you own a yacht. Can you sail it." I start making small talk. I take a seat on the couch that's directly opposite the bar.
He is busy making our drinks at the fully stocked bar. Aren't these people scared that someone might come to steal their things?
"Yes, I can sail it." He says when he is done making the drinks and then makes his way over to the coach.
He hands me the drink and I take a small sip. Enjoying the sweet taste. The drink isn't that strong either. And I conclude that I really like it.
"What is this?" I ask curious, pointing towards the glass in my hand.
"It's just a little something I learned in college." He replies vaguely. And looks at his watch. "It's still too early for the fireworks. Want to take a tour of the yacht?"
"I would love to," I say standing up.
When we're done with the tour, we make our way back to the deck again. My cellphone starts vibrating in my bag and I head for it. I totally forgot to tell Jennifer that I will be late tonight.
"Where the hell are you!" A stern voice asks when I pick up the call. It's James.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I forgot I'm still twelve." I say. "It's not even nine, why are you being a pappa bear?" I ask him.
"Do not sass us, young lady." Jen's voice comes through. And I realize that they must have me on speakerphone.
"Oh, you're there too mamma bear," I say with a smile. "Guy's I'm going to be late tonight. Please don't wait up for me." I start getting serious.
"Where are you?" They both ask at the same time. "And with whom?" They ask at the same time again.
"Do not copy me you freak." I hear Jen say to James.
"I'll tell you guys when I get there," I say before hanging up the phone and shaking my head at those two.
When I look for Austin I find him leaning against a rail, looking at me with a smile.
"What are you smiling about?" I ask, feeling a blush warming my cheeks.
"Your friends sound interesting." He says, still smiling.
"Yeah, they're great people. And I'm lucky to have them," I say smiling too. I make my way over to him.
When I'm in front of him I put down the glass on a side table near us. And I give in to the urge that has been with me since we got on the yacht.
It's a clear starry night sky and I'm on a yacht. There's a sexy, gentleman who can't seem to take his eyes off me. And I can't stop thinking about kissing him. So I do what any insane girl would do. I stand on my toes, reach up and bring my lips to his. Only touching them briefly. Causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach.
He doesn't kiss me back. When I look up at him, I find his eyes closed. I bring my hands to his hips and slowly move them up towards his chest. Feeling the muscles react to me touching. Loving the way he's reacting to me.
I move closer to him and his aftershave engulfs me. My hands go around his neck and I bring him closer to me.
"I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman. This is not going to help me be that." He breaths out when I leave a kiss on his neck.
"I think I changed my mind," I say looking in his eyes that has turned into a deep pit of blue.
"I'm not going to complain." He says and then changes the mood from slow to passionate when he pulls me even closer and deepening the kiss. The fireworks, forgotten.
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