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“Ophelia stopped me before I came inside and felt the need to tell me the reason why Remy didn’t meet me last night is because he was with her. Why did she feel the need to tell me that? Were you guys talking about it around her?”

“No,” she held her hands up. “We always made sure to shut up when they were around. Maybe she was lurking around a corner and heard us. She was acting strange when she saw me after we got back. I think she’s jealous. I think we’ve all noticed her checking him out, especially at our dinners.”

Clasping my hands together, I held them in front of me. “Please don’t tell me Zelda invited Remy to dinner again.”

“I don’t think so, but you never know with her. Anyway, we could talk about this all night, but you need to hurry up and get ready and looking extra sexy for Remy tonight.”

“Ugh.” I slumped down on the bed. “I don’t need all this pressure to get laid. Why does the one guy I’m finally interested in have to work in Spain of all places?”

Pen leaned into my side and rested her head alongside mine. “Because life isn’t fair, but think of it this way; that boat hottie is going to get you out of your funk, and then maybe once you move to LA, you’ll be ready to date.”

“I hope you’re right. Now leave me to get ready, so I don’t hold up dinner. I don’t want to piss off Chef Dean.”

Rolling off the bed, Pen grabbed her phone off the bed. “I’ll see you up there.”

I couldn’t decide what to wear and since I hadn’t unpacked, and all of my clothes were wrinkled. I knew I should have taken them up on their offer to unpack for me. Luckily, one of my colorful skirts had ruffles on it, which I paired with a cute white button-down shirt over the red bikini set Pen bought for me. I hadn’t packed any sexy lingerie for our trip because I didn’t think I’d want to jump anyone’s bones. Too bad shoes weren’t allowed onboard because I would have worn a pair of sexy high heels.

Normally I wasn’t late in my real life, but somehow, I was the late girl on this trip, and I hated it. All the girls were waiting with drinks in hand when I got upstairs.

“Nice of you to join us,” Reagan sneered the second her eyes landed on me.

“I think I did pretty well for only having twenty minutes to get ready. Some of us don’t have rooms all to ourselves.” It took everything in me not to flip her off.

I’d barely sat down when Ophelia came floating into the room with a crazy smile on her face. “Would you like anything to drink?”

I didn’t want a repeat of our first night, so I decided wine would be best for the night. That way, I could control how intoxicated I got.

“Do you have Moscato?” I asked hopefully.

“Of course, it was on your preference sheet.” She gave me a fake smile before she walked off.

The crew guys helped serve our dinner, and every time Remy even looked my way, Ophelia was rushing him away or glaring at him. If she was trying to make dinner awkward, she succeeded. The chef outdid himself, making the best food I’d ever had in my life. The Langoustine marinated in mango and passion fruit was my favorite dinner of the charter, and the chocolate soufflé was to die for. If I had the money, I’d probably want to hire the chef like Zelda did so I could eat like that every day. I was sure my waistline wouldn’t be happy with me either.

I swore we all waddled away from the table and moved up to the sky lounge to let our food digest.

“Jolene dear,” Zelda called her over, “do you think you could set up a movie in here for us to watch and maybe make us some truffle popcorn?”

Dear God, how could she think of eating another bite? And did she really need some type of truffle on or in all her food?

“I’ll see what we can do. You may have to switch to a different room, but I’m not sure.” Jolene bowed her head and wrung her hands. “What would you like to watch?”

“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll figure one out.” Zelda smiled big and fake, making her face look like it was about to split in two. Seriously, stop with the plastic surgery and implants.

“Okay,” she answered shakily. “Let me go speak with Ophelia. This is more her realm than mine.”

Jolene scurried out of the room. We could hear her feet pounding on the stairs as she went downstairs. The moment we couldn’t hear her any longer, Zelda hopped up and came toward me.

“Now’s your chance to go. We’ll keep the girls occupied.”

“What’s going on?” I looked to Pen and back to Zelda and back again in confusion.

“We’re distracting the crew members while you go spend some time with Remy. Now go before someone comes back,” Zelda pushed me by the shoulders.

“I don’t know if this will work. Won’t they wonder where I am?” There was always at least one crew member around us at all times unless we were in our rooms.

“We’ll say you have a headache and want to be left alone. It will be perfect.” She clapped her hands. Her face glowed with excitement, or maybe it was all she’d had to drink during dinner. Either way, Zelda seemed proud of her plan.

“Thank you.” I kissed her on her cheek.