“What?!” I giggled as I bit my lip.
He dropped his finger over my knuckles before he lifted my hand to his handsome mouth. His green eyes found mine and an electric bolt shot through my body.
I swore he had magical powers. There was no other explanation.
Voodoo maybe?
As I pondered this, the limousine slowed before coming to a halt. I stared at Cal as he smirked.
The door opened, and the chauffeur held his hand out for me to get out. As I stepped out the wind met me, taking my breath away. I gasped when I realized we were at the marina.
“Cal?!” I whirled around to him; my eyes wide as I searched his. “What are we doing at the marina?”
He chuckled as he swung me around to face the direction behind me. “We’re spending the evening on that…” he nodded to a beautiful yacht in the near distance.
It was lit up against the dark, and I squealed with excitement.
He beamed at my reaction, grabbing my hand after tipping the limo driver.
My heart thudded in my chest as I gawked at the yacht.
Roses adorned the rails that surrounded the ramp, small lanterns lining the path to it. I went to walk on it but Cal stopped me, removing first my heels, then his shoes. I peered at him, puzzled, as he winked at me.
“You need to take your shoes off before you walk aboard a yacht, my lady. It may damage the decks.”
I was relieved I wouldn’t have to navigate the yacht in heels.
I stepped up the slope and onboard.
A girl in a crisp white shirt approached me, her hair swept up into an elegant French twist, and she handed me yet another icy glass of bubbles. I thanked her and spun around to take in my surroundings.
Cal’s arms slipped around my waist as his lips brushed my neck. “Do you like it?” His voice trembled with uncertainty, very out of character for him.
I rubbed his palm and whispered how much I loved it, and he led me by the hand to a table circled by more small lanterns, candles and even more roses.
The chairs were soft, with at least room for three people on each side.
I slid into one and Cal slipped in opposite me, his eyes twinkling with happiness.
The attendant came over and we ordered our food: chicken for me and steak for Cal... and even more champagne.
“You look amazing, Gretchen,” he breathed, as his eyes drank me in.
I blushed, and he noticed, smiling further as he leaned back into his chair.
The attendant poured more champagne and fluttered her eyelashes at Cal when he acknowledged her.
“No problem, Sir,” she swung her hips as she sauntered away, casting a sly glance behind her to see if he was checking her out, though all she saw was my furious glare.
“Does she want to offer to take you below?” I muttered, annoyed that she had the audacity to flirt with my boyfriend on our date.
This was the trouble with being with someone as hot as Cal.
He lifted his eyebrows and flashed me a wicked grin. “Nowthatis an idea. We should go below at some point, Raven,” he licked his lips suggestively and my face burned.
It must have been the bubbly, because I was contemplating doing it.
After dinner, Cal and I retired to the other end of the yacht and stared at the sky together, complete with a thick blanket to shield us from the cold.
