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The seconds ticked by and Sadie looked up and down, left and right. Shoeless, on the deck of a multi-million pound yacht, everything suddenly felt terribly, terribly wrong. She should have left earlier, while the going was good. Before the doofus inside her came out to play.
    Why is it always me?
    Moments later there was a tap on her foot and a massive squelch. There, by her feet in all its waterlogged glory, was her best posh bag.
    Or, more accurately, her only posh bag.
    It didn’t matter that it had been half price in the sale, it was her pride and joy – a combined gift from her mum, sister, and two daughters for Christmas and Mothers’ Day all rolled into one.
    Thank goodness it wasn’t leather.
    Two hundred pounds worth of Lulu Guinness bright red designer vinyl was unique enough with its cameo queen’s head on one side. Now the PVC queen had a green seaweedy beard. Sadie watched in a daze as her gallant hero hauled himself up onto the deck, cascades of water running in rivulets over his shoulders, past his neck chain, down his chest and across his washboard stomach before cascading down the little shorts and over his bronzed thighs. He raised his arms above his head and pushed his hair back from his eyes.
    He’s a Chippendale, he’s actually a Chippendale,
thought Sadie, transfixed.
    Then he bent down and gallantly pulled off the slimy plant, tilted the bag and grinned as a dribble of the Mediterranean came out through the zip onto the deck. Then he handed it back.
    â€˜Thank you,’ she croaked, looking up at him standing there, dripping but triumphant.
    He bowed. ‘It was my pleasure, m’lady, to rescue your life for you.’
    She beamed. ‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to say that.’ Then she surprised them both by throwing her arms around his still wet neck and kissing him on the cheek.
    â€˜Mmmmwah! That was to say
thank you
,’ she said, unsteadily. But instead of letting her pull away, he slid his arm around her waist, and drew her towards him, till his lips were almost touching hers.
    She gasped.
    â€˜And this is to say
you’re welcome
,’ he said. Then he bent towards her, but at the last minute planted a lingering kiss on her cheek, just grazing the very tip of her mouth. Sadie’s most sensitive bit. Her knees buckled slightly under the powerful jolts of desire darting around her body. When it ended and he brushed against her lips again as he pulled back slightly, she didn’t back away.
    Standing there virtually nose-to-nose, she felt her heart pounding and knew she should leave, but his mouth was mesmerising her – his full mouth – the mouth that had just almost kissed hers. The zing was still coursing through her traitorous body.
More, more.
He stood his ground, looking deep into her eyes, so close she could almost taste him. She certainly wanted to.
    For the longest moment, they were motionless, her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist. He was dripping wet and half-naked and this felt good.
    The temptation to feel those lips again was overpowering. But she was not the sort of girl to start something she knew she couldn’t finish. So with a sigh she stepped away.
    â€˜Long time since I’ve been given a thank you like that,’ he said.
    â€˜Long time since I’ve needed to give one,’ she replied, and felt her cheeks flush.
    He looked thoughtful. ‘Actually, I was thinking there’s another way you could thank me.’ He suddenly seemed almost bashful. ‘I meant to ask … Why don’t you meet me ashore this evening? If you’re free? It’s my last night here – the
Nomad
sets sail tomorrow.’
    â€˜Oh, the old “one night of pleasure”’ ploy,’ Sadie said, trying to play it cool. If he couldn’t hear her heart before, he must surely be able to now.
    He just smiled back, and raised his eyebrows. An air of