Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Don’t apologize. You were in the open ocean a day ago and you need the calories. Swimming against waves takes a lot of energy.”
Brynn looks startled.
“It was only a day ago. I can’t believe it. You were going to let me use the radio remember?”
My stomach drops.
“Oh yeah,” I say stirring the stew. “Let’s do that after dinner.”
She smiles happily.
“Great,” Brynn says. “Otherwise, they really are going to call out the search parties, if they haven’t already. By the way, can I have one of those?” she asks, pointing to my beer.
“Sure, they’re in the fridge. Help yourself sweetheart.”
As I grab a couple of bowls out of the cabinet, I hear her whistle as she pulls out a small glass jar of jam.
“I’ve only seen this fig preserve in Paris, in a boutique window. It costs more than my monthly rent. The owner of this place lets you eat his provisions?”
I try to play it off, but admittedly, it’s becoming tricky.
“Yeah sometimes. I mean, he’s never around so some of this stuff would go bad, especially if it’s already opened. But yeah, he gives me free rein and never says anything.”
Brynn delicately places the jam back in the fridge and pulls out a beer.
“Expensive jam, cheap beer. Whoever this guy is, he’s fascinating.”
I feel a spurt of jealousy in my chest. Oh shit. What a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive.
“Yeah, he’s a cool guy,” I say noncommittally. “He’s pretty easygoing,” I add before sitting her down at the table.
Brynn curls into the seat like a cat, bringing her tan legs up and cuddling her beer. Her eyes sparkle.
“What about you?” she asks watching me.
“What about me?”
“Are you a cool guy?”
I smile at her. “What do you think?”
She pretend thinks for a moment. “I think you are. It’s weird. We’ve been talking all day but I still feel like I don’t know anything about you. Have you been telling me everything but really nothing? Some people are good at that.”
My heart jumps and my pulse races. Brynn has no idea.
“Eat,” I growl, turning so I don’t have to meet her eyes. There are a lot of things happening in my brain and it’s getting hard to concentrate on any single item. I’m so turned on by Brynn, but I also need to keep my head on straight. I like that she doesn’t know who I really am, nor do I want to reveal that I’m Tom Masters, A-list movie star. Instead, I try to speak lightly.
“There’s not a whole to know. I’m a pretty simple guy when it comes down to it,” I mumble while taking a few bites of stew.
Brynn smiles sunnily.
“I don’t know, but something tells me there’s more to you than you’re letting on. I don’t know what it is yet but I’ll figure it out.”
“Well, what about you?” I ask, trying to change the conversation.
She looks up from her stew, startled.
“Me?”
“Yes, I mean all I know about you is that you’re a photographer, a glutton for punishment, and apparently a really good swimmer.”
Smiling, Brynn sits back sipping her beer.
“There’s not a whole lot to tell to be honest. My parents live in Florida, which is where I keep an apartment for when I’m not traveling. I was on vacation for the first time in two years, but you see how that’s turned out. I love my job and my family. The end.”
I go along with her, grateful for the change in subject, but also genuinely curious.
“But you’re brave. Where did that come from?” She gives me a look and I laugh. “I’m serious. Any other person, myself included, would have lost their mind in your situation. Not only did you navigate your way here from the middle of the ocean but when you’re told you’re trapped on an island with a strange man, with no phone and no way off, you just shrug and go along with it.”
Smiling at me over her beer, Brynn says, “I guess I’m cool under pressure. Hanging out with wild animals will do that to you because they can sense if you’re nervous or upset. I guess it also helps that I’m more turned on by you than afraid of you,” she teases.
Oh shit, she’s directing the conversation back into dangerous territory. Our eyes meet and I feel blood surge into my cock as my heart starts to beat in my ears. I exhale sharply through my nose and take a sip of beer, trying to calm myself.
“Stop that,” I tell her. “I’m trying to get to know you.”
She stands up, putting her beer bottle down next to mine.
“You know enough about me,” she says lightly. “People make love knowing a lot less.”
I can’t seem to catch my breath as Brynn stands in front of me. I quickly push back my chair to give her more room, and she takes the invitation to straddle me. I groan, feeling her soft weight on my lap.