“Rebecca?” I ask.
He shrugs as if embarrassed. “I can’t really imagine you with a name not starting with R.”
“Where did Williams come from?”
“I just like it, that’s all,” he replies casually.
I smile broadly. “It’s a nice name.” I narrow my eyes at the photo again and I wince. “God, that’s hideous.”
He takes it from me and studies it with a sarcastic smile covering his face. “That’s not so bad?”
My eyes widen. “Not so bad? It’s fucking evil.”
He laughs out loud and it’s a sound that permeates through my bones. “It is a bit evil looking, if I’m honest.”
My mouth drops open in shock that he just said that. “You are no gentleman. You could at least pretend it’s a good shot.”
He drops his hand to my behind. “I never said I was a gentleman.”
I look up at him and it’s there again—the electricity zapping between us. We both stay still as we feel it, our eyes searching each other’s.
If only…
No, stop it!
I break from his clutches and he drops his head.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I murmur.
“Okay.” He hesitates for a moment as he watches me. “I will meet you on deck?”
I nod and walk into the bathroom and hear the click as he leaves. I wait for a few minutes and run to my hiding spot and grab my diamonds in my sock. Where the hell am I going to put these babies? The bulge in the bottom of the sock is big, too big to put you know where, as I had planned. Maybe I should leave some behind? No!
Fucking hell, am I really going to sneak stolen diamonds into Columbia?
My heart is hammering. What if I get caught?
What if I don’t?
I let myself imagine getting away with it. My life will take a completely different turn. I will have money, lots and lots of money. No identity, I can travel the world alone and be pain free.
I untie the sock and slide out the diamonds and put them onto the sink one by one. I then take off my bra and feel around on the inside of each cup. This should do it.
Using Stace’s razor, I nick a little hole in the top of each cup and slide the diamonds into the lining of each bra cup. I put it on and then push them down so they sit underneath my two breasts. I jiggle my boobs around to see if they are going to come out and I smile broadly.
I should be a fucking inventor or something.
I grab my handbag and take one long last look around the cabin that has been both my Heaven and my Hell for the past fourteen days. I started this journey being tied to his bed and ended it wishing I was tied to him.
Even in my wildest dreams I couldn’t make this shit up.
Couldn’t make him up.
I get a vision of the beautiful man above me, his body in mine.
The way he looked at me, they way he made me feel.
With one last, deep, regretful inhale, I leave my prison and make my way up on deck.