“Does it matter? I have access to it. We could use it for the weekend. It’s very nice. Top of the line.”
“A weekend on a boat,” she said.
“With lots of food and drinks.”
“Do you know how to operate a boat? It’s not like surfing.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Kallie smiled as she took another bite of her food. She figured it was probably a friend’s boat. There was no way a bartender could own any of the boats she’d seen docked in the marinas around the island. But the idea of being cocooned with Ash in the middle of the ocean with nothing but a bed and food to keep them entertained sounded like a recipe for adventure.
The kind that would enable her to explore his lush body more.
“Sure,” she said. “Sounds like fun.”
“Perfect. All you’ll need is an outfit or two and some toiletries. I could pick you up tomorrow around lunchtime, if you’d like,” he said.
“Then I look forward to the next leg of our adventure.”
Chapter 19
Ash
“This is the boat?” Kallie asked.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s massive, Ash.”
“I’ll let the appropriate parties know you appreciate the size of their assets,” he said with a grin.
“No, really. This isn’t a boat, Ash. It’s a yacht.”
“And that’s technically a boat, right?”
“Really? You’re arguing the semantics and differences between a boat and a yacht?”
“What did you think I was going to take you out to sea in?” he asked. “A rowboat?”
“No, but not a yacht.”
“Do you not want to go out on it?” he asked.
“Oh no. This will be fun. Just ... let’s not downplay it next time? It’s a bit of a shock to take in.”
“I get that all the time,” he said with a sigh.
Kallie playfully slapped his arm and he smiled. He watched as she hopped onto the boat, her hair flying in the breeze. He’d checked the weather for the weekend and it was supposed to be sunny and in the nineties the entire time they were out on the ocean. And he couldn't wait. The idea of cruising the open waters with Kallie at his side seemed spectacular. Her hands stuffed down his pants while he was at the helm navigating. His cock buried between her legs as they rocked with the motion of the waves against the side of the boat.
At least, it was a boat to him.
This yacht had nothing on the size of his father’s that he kept in various harbors around the globe. But he could tell Kallie had never been on one. Her widened eyes as she took in the size of it was entertaining to him. She really had no idea what money could get her. It made him wonder what kind of man she had been about to marry. If he had a wife, he’d spoil her with things like this on a whim. For no reason other than to see the light in her eyes when she realized it was hers.
His father’s yacht was a miniature cruise ship. The yacht they were about to sail on? It was more like a party yacht. The kind college students would go in together and rent out so they could drink booze, get drunk, and jump off the side and into the ocean.
He enjoyed watching Kallie’s eyes as they lit up with every aspect on the boat.
“No one’s going to be hunting for a missing yacht, right?” she asked.