She had no chance to probe further because Mitch walked in.
"Good morning, Mitch," she said, turning her gaze to the reason for their being in Hawaii. Focus. She had to remember that, though her heart was pounding and it had nothing to do with finalizing the deal on the table.
"Ready to get this one in the bag, Amy?"
She gave Mitch her brightest smile. "You know it. This shouldn't take long. We had almost finished up yesterday."
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Mitch pulled up a chair and opened the portfolio. "Right. Yesterday. Before playtime. Always have to find time to play, Amy." He leaned across the table and captured the tendril of hair she'd left loose today, dragging it through his fingers. "You have a gorgeous mouth."
The air was sucked out of the room as Mitch reminded her what had happened between the two of them yesterday. Or the three of them. In the ocean. The kisses.
"Mitch. Business."
"You can have both, Amy. Quit worrying. The merger isn't in any jeopardy."
Her breath caught, held, until he let loose of the curl he'd held in his hand, then resumed studying the paperwork in front of him. Amy's gaze shot to Justin. She expected to see anger. All she saw was...interest. And then he, too, dropped his gaze to the acquisition papers, leaving her alone with her confused thoughts, none of which had anything to do with business, and everything to do with the two men occupying the room with her.
"As usual, you two have done a fine job. You negotiated all the changes I requested, and the financial aspect looks fine." Mitch signed the last page of the paperwork and handed the three copies over to Amy. "We're done."
"Congratulations, Mitch," Justin said. "Amacor Sports is a fine company and they'll do right by yours and your people."
"I know they will. You did a good job brokering the deal. And now that's one less worry for me. And a lot more capital to invest in other fun projects." Mitch leaned back in the chair while Amy and Justin filed the paperwork away in their briefcases.
Amy blew out a breath, thankful that was over with. It had taken a little longer than expected, mainly because Mitch had to break a couple times for telephone calls. But it was finally done. She glanced at her watch. "Mitch, can I get your secretary to check flights for me?"
Mitch frowned. "Flights? Why?"
"I thought I'd catch an early one out."
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"You have plans with your family for Christmas?"
"Oh. No. They're all in Vail. I don't ski."
"Boyfriend?"
She laughed. "No. Just me and some classic television and a bit of work to catch up on."
"Amy, it's Christmas Eve. You're not spending it alone." Mitch turned to Justin.
"Were you flying back today?"
Justin shook his head. "Hell no. Christmas in Hawaii? I wouldn't miss it."
"Good. Then it's settled. We just secured this deal and I'm in the mood to celebrate.
Amy, go change. We're going out on the boat. Meet me downstairs in a half hour."
Oh, no. "Mitch, really."
"Do you want me to call David and tell him that one of his junior partners wasn't placating his biggest client?"
Shit. "But that's blackmail, Mitch."
Mitch grinned. "So it is. Half hour?"
She shook her head. "Half hour."
Boat? The one hundred and twenty foot beast was no boat. Yacht, definitely. And a true beauty. Sleek as one of the most beautiful dolphins she'd ever seen. Blue and white and it cut through the water like it was sailing on glass.
Amy stood at the bow and let the wind whip through her hair, the salt of the ocean stinging her face and the fresh breeze cool her sun warmed skin.
Truthfully, she was glad she came. Mitch's yacht had every amenity, from food to drinks to music and servants catering to her every whim. There was even a spa room and she was told she'd be having a massage later so she could unwind. Mitch's orders.
Yeah, she needed to unwind all right. But right now she was simply enjoying being out on the water.
"Miss?"
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She whipped around at the strange voice. A smiling crew member held a tray of drinks in his hands. She gave him a suspicious glare.
"Is there alcohol in this?"
"No, ma'am. This is tea. Raspberry on your left, and regular on your right."
She giggled. "Sorry. I had a bad run in with a Mai Tai the other evening."
The man laughed. "My wife can't handle those either. They pack a hard punch."
"You're telling me." She selected a raspberry tea, thanked the servant and leaned against the railing, enjoying the way the yacht effortlessly skated through the water.
Justin and Mitch were at one of the tables, having cocktails and smoking cigars. And laughing. Amy couldn't bring herself to join them. She felt guilty.
No, that wasn't quite right. She felt like a wretched, awful bitch and she'd treated Justin like shit. And he hadn't deserved it. Just because she had no intentions of starting up a relationship with him didn't mean she should discard him like yesterday's newspaper. She owed him an apology. And apologizing to Justin was something Amy hadn't done before.
She took a long swallow of tea and maneuvered her way toward their table, stopping between them. Justin gazed at her, his eyes hidden behind smoky dark sunglasses.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself."
"Enjoying the water, Amy?" Mitch asked.
"It's heaven on earth, Mitch. Thank you for making me stay." She turned again toward Justin, swallowed hard and said, "I'm sorry."
Justin smiled and reached an arm up to slide around her waist.
And just like that, she was forgiven.
Wow. She didn't deserve for it to be that easy. She so didn't understand men. And Justin rubbed her lower back while seemingly ignoring her, which made her chew her bottom lip.
Did she want his attention? Hadn't she spent the past twenty-four hours trying to figure out a way not to get his attention?
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"I think I'll go get that massage now," she said, backing up a step. "Enjoy your drinks."
"Enjoy your massage," Mitch said with a grin.
"I intend to." She needed it. She was wound up tighter than a violin string.
The spa was part of the gym, which was quite expansive, with state of the art equipment, including a sauna and whirlpool and separate showers for Mitch's guests.
Amy was greeted by a smiling woman who directed her where to change into one of the fluffy bathrobes, then escorted her into the room where a petite young woman named Collette was waiting to give her a massage.
Collette was mercifully quiet and concentrated on massaging the kinks out of Amy's tight muscles. Thank God she wasn't one of those masseuses who talked your ear off.
That would have only made Amy more tense.
She started with Amy on her back, working her fingers into Amy's scalp, then temples and down into her neck before moving onto her arms and fingers. It was heaven and Amy felt the tension drain from her body. By the time Collette moved down to her legs, Amy was half asleep.
"You must turn over now, miss," Collette whispered near her ear.
Amy stretched and Collette held up the towel while she flipped over onto her stomach, her face down in the little hole in the massage table. She closed her eyes and shut out the world along with it.
Oh, yeah. This was heaven. Collette's strong fingers started working on the backs of her arms, then up to her neck.
"Excuse me, miss. I'll be right back."
"Mmmm, hmmmm." Amy didn't care if it took her a half hour. Just lying here with the soft music playing in the cool, candlelit private room was absolutely perfect.
Collette returned quietly. Amy hadn't even heard the door cl
osed. She might have even dozed off. She heard Collette rub her hands together, no doubt having poured more of that delicious scented oil on her hands, and then started working on her shoulders.
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Oh, that was so good. Her touch was firmer now, rougher, digging deeper into her muscles. But slower. It was almost a sensual massage, the kind of caress a lover would--
Amy lifted her head, turned it over her shoulder.
Justin was in the room, not Collette. Smiling down at her as he moved his hands over her back. Her sex clenched, her clit trembling with the force of her attraction to him.
"Justin, what are you--"
"Lay back down and let me massage you."
His cock was hard, outlined against his shorts. She wanted to reach out and massage him, too, but she did as he asked and resumed her position face down on the table, anticipation making her tremble.
So much for her resolve. Did she have any willpower around him?
He worked that tight spot between her neck and shoulder blades where her tension always seemed to settle. His hands were strong, his fingers firm and he had no reluctance about digging deep into her muscles, melting away each knot until she groaned with utter pleasure.
He had great hands.