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opportunity to use him a little, take a few photos and then manoeuvre him in to her master plan.
     
    She smiled across at him and waved. He looked briefly in her direction and then looked back to the horizon.  His resistance was starting to turn her on, making her plans for him so much sweeter.
     
    After about an hour, he started slowing the yacht down and she stood to watch as they moored by a buoy.  He went inside the cabin and brought out the picnic basket which she had ordered. He boarded the ding
h
y used to go ashore, stowing the picnic basket for Devia.   Since it had been lowered into the water, he held his hand out to help her down into the rubber boat. It was a sturdy William’s turbojet.
    “You might want to remove your shoes.” He said matter-of-factly. “They won’t help you on the beach.”
    She hated being told what to do.  However, she knew he was right, so she slipped off her high sling backs, hating the fact he was now looking at her bare feet. She prayed that her bright red toenail polish had not chipped. She held her hand out and he took it to help her as she got in.
    Devia lowered herself down into the boat and purposefully lost her balance so that she could run into him. He caught her and immediately held her away to a safe distance and sat her down on one of the passenger seats. He started the engine, the boat bursting to life as they sped away towards the shore.  She felt exhilarated. She loved the speed and the sound of the engine far more than she had enjoyed the sailing. But then she always did like a good bit of thrust.  She turned around to look at him. His green eyes were focused on the boat safely manoeuvring the waves, and bringing them safely to the shore.  He slowed the engine and then cut it, allowing the boat to move forward under its own momentum. He jumped over and pulled the ding
h
y up on to the sand.  She sat waiting.  Watching his arm muscles flexing as he worked to get the ding
h
y up on the shore.  He then held his hand out and she stepped over and purposely tried to run into his arms again. She wished he would hold her, so she could look up at him, breathe in his manly scent and then he would look down, his green eyes looking passionately and intently at her, he would bend his head to hers and kiss her on her eagerly awaiting lips.  She closed her eyes for a moment and saw the scene in her head.  When she opened them, he was already walking up the beach to set up a blanket for her and was
taking items from
the picnic basket out so she could have lunch.  He put up a large umbrella to provide some shade and then opened a sun lounger for her.  The last items he drew from the picnic basket were champagne and one glass.  He noted there were two glasses, but he only took the one and poured the champagne for her.
    “Oh, you must have one too, Julian. I brought the other glass for you.”
    “No, thank you. I don’t drink when I am working.”  Her face dropped.  If he didn’t drink, it was going to ruin her plans for him somewhat.
    “Just the one, surely. I would hate to tell Andrew you were grumpy and rude.”
    Julian stiffened at her suggestion that he was anything but professional.  Andrew already knew he didn’t want to take her today, the last thing he needed was her complaining that he hadn’t done his job properly.
    “Hmmm. Ok. Just the one glass though.”  She smiled at his grimace, she knew he didn’t want the drink and it pleased her that he was going to have it anyway. She liked to be in charge.
    She asked him to get her shoes from the boat for her.  It was odd and although he didn’t know why she wanted them, he went and got them anyway.
    While he was walking down the beach to the boat, she quickly got the
Valium
out of her bag, crushed it, and dropped it in his drink.  By the time he returned, the additional fizzles had subsided, and the drug had dissolved. It just looked like a normal bubbly glass of champagne.
    She gestured to him