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“Those museums were so boring,” Lucy chimed in. “There’s still quite a few shops I want to see though. We coulda had a look around those.”
I bit my tongue, thinking that if I had to traipse around another ridiculously expensive department store or boutique, I would murder them both. Or maybe persuade Cruz to do it.
“Look, I’m sorry I had to drag your uncultured asses to see something interesting of actual historic value. I was wrong in thinking you might enjoy it,” I sighed, my voice sounding harsher than I meant to it.
“Whatever. It’s just not our thing,” Olivia said.
Her attitude made me think of Cruz’s advice to essentially just tell them to fuck off. In my mind, I replayed the deep rumble of his voice.
Apparently, things were simple when you were Cruz Miller, but that made sense, considering his size. I personally didn't think I’d get away with his solution, but it was damned tempting.
“Oh, look at this,” Lucy said. “The guy I met the other night, you know, the one with the yacht?”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Grabby,” Olivia said, absently.
“That’s the one. He’s having a party tomorrow on his yacht. Says if we’re lucky, he’ll take us wherever we want.”
“You mean if you let him fuck you again, then he’ll take us wherever we want.” Olivia said, sourly.
Just listening to them, I already dreaded the thought of being stuck on yacht for weeks on end with people like Olivia and Lucy.
But being bunked up with Cruz for a week, however…
My knees felt weak at the thought of what we could get up to in a week together. Barely leaving the cabin. However, I still didn’t know if he was interested in me like that.
Better to approach him on my terms, here in the hotel, I thought. Or maybe in Prague….
“I think I’ll give that a pass,” I said. “You two go ahead though, if you want.”
I glanced back at them, seeing that they weren’t remotely ready yet, to my frustration. Perhaps if they didn’t spend so much time drinking, arguing, chatting, and staring at their fucking phones…
I was nearly ready, while they were still applying their makeup, and sitting in their expensive underwear.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a sleek navy-blue dress with a revealing neckline. A dainty silver necklace with a blue sapphire pendant hung down just above my cleavage. I had decided against wearing a bra, so the outline of my breasts showed clearly through the dress.
My curled hair cascaded in big locks down my shoulders, and I wore sapphire blue earrings that matched the color of my dress and necklace.
Olivia got up to refill her champagne glass. “Fucking hell, Alexandra. You look stunning!” She gaped at me, unashamed. “Looking to finally get laid tonight, are you?”
“No, I don’t fuck random sleazy guys I meet without knowing their names,” I retorted. “Just get ready so we can go and eat. I’m starving!”
I left the girls to get ready and left the room. At least with them taking so long, I had a while to try and spend some time with Cruz.
I found him pacing near the entrance, obviously as frustrated as me with the tardiness. I was amazed to see him wearing a suit--plain black with an immaculate bleached white shirt. Bright silver cufflinks sparkled at his huge wrists, and he was wearing a skinny black tie.
He looked fucking hot.
“Hey.” I smiled at him, brushing my hair over my right shoulder.
He stopped pacing and turned to face me. I imagi
ned his eyes lit up as his gaze wandered down my body for a wonderful moment. When I noticed his eyes at my chest, I squeezed my arms together slightly, stretching them out in feigned boredom.
His eyes definitely widened that time.
“Hey, Lex. You look nice.”
I smirked. “You sure know how to compliment a girl!”