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breasts heaved in the fabric cups that held them as she lifted one finger and beckoned him to her.
    Still carrying a tray of wine, he made a beeline toward her, one lock of hair falling waywardly over his forehead, his eyes still glassy with lust.
    “Tell me your name,” she said when he reached her. Her voice came out soft, raspy, without planning. Her throat felt constricted with the measure of her desire.
    “Scott,” he said.
    “You look like a pirate,” she offered without weighing it.
    “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
    The words felt dark and dangerous as they melted through her, made her smile. “I want you to be hard as a fucking rock for me,” she whispered, and then she boldly reached out to press the flat of her hand to the front of his pants. And, oh God—yes, he was hard. So big and so hard . Exactly what she needed, what she craved.
    She liked that the touch made him suck in his breath even though he made no move to pull away. “Find something you like?” he asked, a bit arrogant but still full of sex appeal.
    She kept her eyes on his and simply nodded. This wasn’t so difficult, after all. “Very much. I’m so wet for you.”
    He let out a hot, horny sigh. “Is there someplace we can go?”
    She considered the closet. It had certainly worked for Daniel. But then she reconsidered. “Not now—I don’t want to rush. Meet me later, after the party, right here, after everyone leaves.”
    “That could be hours. I’ll have to clean up. It’ll be late.”
    “I’m a big girl—I can stay up past my bedtime. And I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Chapter Three
    Shit. As Scott pretended to leave the Albright yacht with the rest of the evening’s temporary staff—but then stopped in the darkness and waited silently to turn back—he found himself wishing he’d suggested meeting her somewhere else. Since this seemed dangerous as hell. Of course, suggesting they do it somewhere during the party had been just as dangerous, but he’d been a victim of his own lust then. And having her squeeze his erection had pretty much depleted his brain power at the moment he’d agreed to meet her on the deck too.
    So here he was, risking his job—which he needed if he were ever to get ahead in life—for sex. Well, for sex with the hottest thing he’d ever seen in—or out of—a robe.
    Sex with a girl like her—shit, it was worth the risk.
    As he moved stealthily back up the boarding ramp, his heart thumping too hard, he waited to hear sirens go off, dogs barking, something —even though he knew both ideas were completely illogical. But when nothing happened, nothing except him spotting her lithe shape in the dark where she rested in a chair at the same teak table where she’d been this morning, he began to relax.
    Still, as he approached her in the white shirt he’d worn beneath the black waiter’s vest, now untucked and the neck unbuttoned, he felt unduly nervous. He couldn’t explain why—he loved wild girls, he was comfortable with them. And this was about more than his boss and his job. Ever since he’d seen her this morning, looking at once so sexual and so pristine…hell, there was just been something about her that made his skin tingle and his pulse increase every time she came to mind.
    “I hope you like chardonnay,” she said, holding up a bottle of wine.
    “It’s great,” he said shortly, still trying to find his bearings. Sure, he’d been on this boat all night, but it was suddenly different, suddenly her private domain. And Charles Albright’s.
    As she poured two stemmed glasses, he decided to just put his worries on the table.
    “Your dad is my boss.”
    “Not anymore,” she said smartly. “Party’s over.”
    But he shook his head. “No—I work on some other boats too. And he bought a couple of them today. So he’s my boss now.” The classic irony of the situation hit Scott anew in that moment as he looked around and mumbled under his breath. “And here I