Mr. Big Shot (Mr. Big 1)

As strange as it felt to be taking a woman to see my catamaran, I wanted the weekend to be enjoyable for Alexa and so I thought it would be a great idea to take her along with me. If she was going to pretend to be my girlfriend, I wanted her to feel the effort was worth her while, treating her to a deluxe weekend at the beach house with all the trimmings. Sun, surf, maybe a late afternoon sail, great food and even better sex than I hoped she'd had in a long time.

From her reaction to me the previous night and that morning, I felt pretty sure she had been in real need of a great fuck.

It was the least I could do, given how much she had done for me…

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We spent about an hour at Alpha Yachts while my dealer, Dave, showed us the catamaran and how the build was going. They were still outfitting the interior, which had two main compartments for sleeping, including a set of bunks, a double bed and a pull-out bed that could double as a sofa slash eating nook. The finishes were all of the highest quality. I told Dave to spare no expense. The galley had a full kitchen, if in miniature, with a small stove, refrigerator, sink, and even a tiny dishwasher. Although I’d been used to a much less fancy ship before, where we had to actually wash our own dishes, I decided that the boys and I were not interested in spending our time cleaning dishes.

I'd even install a gas line for a barbecue so the four of us would be able to grill fish and whatever fresh meats we came across on our trip.

"What do you think?" I asked Alexa, who was standing on the front bow of the catamaran, watching as the workers installed some storage compartments. "Do you think you could manage a trip on this?"

"It's amazing," she said and glanced around at the ship, which was almost finished. "I've never been on a ship before. Do you get seasick?"

I shook my head. "Some people do, but I never have. When the seas are calm, it's like being on a boat on a lake."

"When the seas are rough?"

I shrugged. "Then it can be a bit tough, but we pay close attention to weather reports and stay in port if there are going to be rough seas. We won't have any deadlines, so it won't matter if we stay several days extra in any given port."

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime trip," Alexa said, her voice wistful. She ran a hand along the smooth fiberglass surfaces of one of the bulkheads. "I don't know if I'd be able to sleep on a ship."

"You would after the first or second night, believe me. I've done it. After a while, you don't even notice the motion."

After we finished the tour and Dave updated me on the progress to date, we drove back to the house, the windows open, the breeze blowing through the vehicle. I loved being out at the beach house, the salt air a reminder of all the happy summers I'd spent there as a kid with Dana and whatever friends we had at the time. For a number of years, we were each the other’s only friend, but once my parents died, we began to have other friends.

I looked forward to seeing Dana. She and dickface were due out after lunch, and it would be nice to spend time with her. I could tell Dana approved of Alexa for my girlfriend. Even if she wasn't my real girlfriend, I wanted Dana to think I was happy now. She'd been worrying about me for the entire year since Jenna and I broke up, ending our engagement and cancelling our plans for marriage.

As we drove up to the beach house, around the circular driveway, I saw that, as I expected, Dana and Eric's Mercedes SUV was parked in one of the slots. There was also a vehicle I didn't recognize – a red Audi with a license plate I didn't know.

Who else was coming this weekend?

I took Alexa's hand as we walked up the stairs to the porch.

"Ready for another performance?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. I'm looking forward to some time on the beach."

I nodded. "That was my plan as well. Dana's here so we'll say hello and then go down.

"Maybe I'll go up and use the washroom first, if you don't mind. All that coffee's hit me."

"Sure," I said and squeezed her hand. "Come on down when you're finished. People are probably out on the porch out back. We can say hi and then go down to the beach later."

She smiled and climbed the staircase to the second floor family wing and I went through the entry to the back of the house, past the great room and kitchen. Sure enough, the double patio doors were still open and a number of people were sitting around the table.

I saw Eric first, his annoying voice rising above the rest of the group.

"It's been so long," I heard him say. "So good to see you again. Terrible, terrible what happened…"

I fr

owned and poured myself a cup of coffee before I went outside, and when I did, I went right over to Dana, bending down and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Good to see you, sis," I said and squeezed her shoulder. "How's my little mommy doing?"

She gripped my hand on her shoulder and smiled, but she bit her lip and then tilted her head to the side, like she was trying to signal something.