"What?" She straightens, then glances around he., "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Your stilettos," I point to where I'd placed her footwear by the side.
"Right," she swallows, "of course, I took them off."
"And then you proceeded to work out in my cabin?"
"It was just a basic routine with few stretching poses." She blinks rapidly, "You know, like downward facing dog?"
Oh baby, I’d love to downward dog you.The thought of having her balanced on her hands and toes, butt in the air…tits thrust out as she arches into the pose… I clear my throat.Jesus, is it hot in here or what?I widen my stance. "So, you came into my cabin, where you shouldn’t have been in the first place, did a quick workout, then crawled into my bed?"
She wrings her fingers together in front of her.
I stare at her.
She flushes. "In my defense, I wanted to find out if the living quarters were secure or if you needed a camera or something here as well so—"
I hold up my hand, "Hold on, back up. So, you came into my bedroom to check if there were cameras…and then what? You decided to stay on?"
"Not really." She hunches her shoulders. "I came in here and it was so calm, I decided to do my yoga routine. Then, the bed was so inviting, and I was so tired, and I might have uh, decided to take a nap…"
"A nap?"
She nods. "Yeah, stupid idea, but I was exhausted and I didn’t think you’d be back for a while," she mumbles, "and besides, you owe me for coming in and fixing your security camera, on what should have been an evening off."
"Had plans, huh?"
"Kind of." She sits up. "Shit, what time is it?"
I raise my shoulder, "Beats me."
"Where's my phone?" She glances round the space. "Please, please I need my phone."
"Phone?"
"So, I can check the time." She spots her bag on the table, and her features light up. "Can you get me my bag?"
"Why?"
She scowls at me, "So I can get my phone from it, you ass."
"Get it yourself," I drawl, then drop into the chair and lean back for good measure.
"I don’t have any clothes on."
"So?"
She gapes. "You’re a complete alphahole, you know that?"
"I'll take that as a compliment." I smirk.
"Oh, F off." She pulls the sheet up and around her shoulders, then swings her legs over, and hitching up the sheet, walks over to the table. Still holding the cover, she manages to grab her bag, unzip it and pull out her phone. "What the hell?" she yelps. "It’s past noon."
"It is." I tip back my chair, watch her as she waves her phone in the air.
"Turn this boat around."
"No."
