She shrugs and adds with a small smile, “I haven’t had a vacation outside of New York for a long time. And here is free housing and free food.”
“Food? What food?” I ask, barely able to contain my smile.
“We’ll find something.”
We.She said we.
“We should check the island from both sides. The first day, we were wrecked and might not have noticed something. And now, we know what we will be looking for.”
“What?”
“Food.” Her smile turns predatory. “Any food. Papaya and bananas should be around here for sure.” She points toward the side of the island we haven’t explored yet. I went there on the first morning, but I was more concerned with finding out if the island connects to big land rather than looking for a banana.
“Sounds good.”
She lifts her arms in the air and does a long, thorough stretch, moaning at the end. Her clothes cling to her wetbody. My poor dick gives up and jumps again, and I pray she doesn’t look down at my pants.
“Your shoulder better?” I ask in a husky voice, not able to control it. My body acting like a traitor when Mae is around is starting to get to me.
She rotates it lightly. “Yeah. A lot. Maybe the water helped. It was a bit chilly in the morning.” She keeps rotating it, making her tits jiggle. And that doesn’t help my situation.
“Did it bruise?”
She grabs the hem of the T-shirt neckline and pulls it down, baring her shoulder—her very purple-looking shoulder.
“Hey,” I exhale, rushing to her. “Are you okay?”
Her silence makes me bring my eyes to her face. She’s watching me carefully with her big, blue eyes.
“I’m fine,” she replies in a soft voice. “It’s just a bruise. It hurts, but it’s not broken. It’s all that matters. Plus, there’s nothing we can do now. So, complaining won’t change much.” She shrugs the other shoulder, disregarding the subject. I know people who wouldn’t get up from bed if they had something like that.
I let myself look at her. Like reallylooklong enough to notice how soulful her eyes truly are. How much more mature than she seemed at first. How interesting she truly appears to be.
“We should split up,” I offer quickly, hoping that by the time we reconnect, her shirt will dry out, and my cock will have some relief. And my mind will remember why we didn’t like her in the first place.
“Good idea.” She closes her eyes and takes a full breath in. “Damn, this feels good.”
I lift a brow. “You seemed desperate yesterday.”
She looks at me with a smile. “And I’ll be desperate again when the rain hits, but now, I’m good. Just have to takeeverything you can from every day, you know? Let’s go. When it starts raining, the jungle will be slippery.”
“Were you a Girl Scout or something?”
“Or something.” It’s all she offers with a mysterious smile and takes off toward one side of the island.
I head to the other one.
She was right, when it’s wet, the ground will become slippery. And with all the roots popping out from everywhere, it’s a recipe for a broken ankle. She’s already proven to be a danger to herself by walking at night like a newborn kitten and scraping her legs and arms.
With my long legs, I try to cover as much ground as I can, so she doesn’t have to. I really don’t dream about carrying her around when she slips and falls. Even though she’d probably insist on crawling on her own. She seems to have some sort of disaster following her close on her heels. Starting with my building and the fire. Then the boat where she landed face-first on the floor with her ass in the air. I mean, that must have hurt like hell. I wasn’t interested in comforting her because she was standing in my way to my final destination to get the damn deal done so we can have our company back. Plus, when I recognized her asher, the wave of rage I felt was a bit too much even for me.
Shaking my head to myself, I say a silent prayer to the universe that in my absence, the board won’t take any actions. The news about my disappearance must have hit them by now, and my brother would have temporarily taken charge. He’s good at playingGame of Thronesand can hold off the voting as long as possible, even though he doesn’t like it. His passion lies in projecting the unique buildings we plant everywhere. He’s the creative of our company.
I wish I could influence things back in New York from here—not having anyone aroundandstill moving the company sounds like a dream come true. But reality isdifferent—I’m here, and everything else is there. There’s nothing I can do about it.
For a moment, I remember her words and decide that I’ll just go with the flow, taking it day by day. If we don’t have food, we don’t survive. If we don’t survive, there won’t be any deals happening. Ever. And if I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t think I could live my usual life if something happened to the woman I’m stuck here with.
Somehow, due to the constant jokes of fate, we got together here. Again. I saved her life. I literally breathed it into her. And I feel like I owe her something. How fucked up is that?
