Page 27 of Mister Daddy
I’m kind of acting like my secretary at the moment if I’m being honest. Miss Havisham has been with me since the day I bought the river boat. She’s never left my side, even after decades together. But lately, she’s been forgetting things a lot of things – botching schedules and causing me to miss important meetings. But it’s too much to let her go. One, because she’s probably nearing her seventies, and has served me well for a long time. And two, because Miss Havisham is as much a part of this company as I am, and I don’t know if I can run it all without her.
“It’s alright, Carter. Maybe we should carry on with this tomorrow?”
“No, no. We need to get it done now,” I decide. She hands me the profit and loss sheets I need for my Skype meeting with the board tomorrow. Everything looks good, so my proposal for five new ships in five years should go over well. I hope.
“Is my proposal proofread?” I ask Miss Havisham. She lets me call her by her first name and reprimands me when I don’t, but it has never felt right. I only do it so she won’t yell at me. She’s a firecracker when she’s upset.
She hands me a copy, bound with a plastic cover and dark blue spine. “The intern girl did it. Hera. Apparently she majored in English, useless degree it is.”
I laugh. “You’re hard on the interns, Flora.”
“Well, if the interns made better life decisions, I wouldn’t be so hard on them. Now, where did I put that proposal?”
I hold it up to her. “Right here, Miss Havisham.”
“Carter! How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Flora. Don’t make me call your father again.”
Miss Havisham was good friends with my father; that’s how she ended up as my secretary. Her kids had all left home, and she’d needed something to do. She’d traveled all over the world before settling down in Florida, so she brought something to the table that was useful for me. Plus, who can say no to an old woman asking for a job? She was amazing for a long time, but now her age is showing.
I just wish she’d quit so I don’t have to fire her. At least if she’s the one doing the leaving, I won’t feel as terrible.
Though I’m still not sure I can survive without her comforting force by my side.
“Is there anything else, Flora?”
She studies tomorrow’s agenda and then hands it over to me. “Nothing to report here, boss. You only have that meeting tomorrow night. The rest of it can wait or the interns can handle it.”
I scan the list, just to be sure, and she’s right. There’s some logistical stuff to handle, but that’s why we bring a handful of interns on every cruise. “Thanks, Flora. Why don’t you get some sleep?”
“You, too, Carter.”
She flips off her desk lamp and stalks out of the room, leaving me with just the moonlight peering in from the windows.
The wall clock reads close to nine. Abby is supposed to meet me in my room soon, but I have a better idea. The night is warm, and the sky is bright. I shoot her a quick text to meet me on the main deck instead of my room, and she responds with “okay.”
I stop by my room to grab a blanket and then hurry to meet Abby on the deck. She’s wearing her pajamas, but she still looks beautiful. The fleece pants have adorable little fish on them, and her dark blue tank-top is just low enough to give me an excellent view. The hardness of her nipples lets me know she hasn’t put on a bra.
Good. Less for me to take off.
“Come with me,” I say, shifting the blanket to one arm and holding out my hand to her. I lead Abby up the stairs to the uppermost deck. This level is closed to guests after hours, but no one is going to reprimand the boss. I texted the night crew that I’d be up here and that I didn’t want to be disturbed, so we’ll have some privacy for the rest of the night.
“Wow,” Abby says. “It’s amazing up here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stars!”
Out on the open sea, the sky is free from light pollution, and you can actually make out more than just a couple of constellations. It’s why I love coming up here at night before bed. I’ve never shared this view with anyone before, let alone a woman. I’m glad Abby loves it as much as I do.
When Abby’s eyes meet mine, I dip my head low to kiss her soft pink lips. Her arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer. I grab her hips and press our bodies together as our mouths touch passionately.
“You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met,” I rasp hoarsely. I’ve never been so hung up on anyone before. Earlier, with Miss Havisham, I wasn’t paying attention to my work because my mind was on Abby. Work always comes first for me, so this is a new feeling. It’s mind-boggling to be honest. My company has been my wife, mistress, and girlfriend rolled into one for so long that I’m a little at a loss with these new emotions.
“You’re the most incredible man,” Abby begins, but I cut her off with another deep kiss. Those words are all I need to know she feels as strongly for me as I do for her.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I spread the blanket out on the deck. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but we lie down on it anyway. Slowly, I dip my head again, letting my tongue explore her. She moans into the kiss and pushes her hips against mine.
“I need you,” she says, her voice strained. She fumbles with the belt of my work pants, so I help her, pulling them down along with my boxers.
“Now you,” I order. I slide the pants off her thick hips and toss them to the side. Not only is she clearly braless, but she’s not wearing any panties, either and the sight of that glistening pink slit makes my cock jerk. Holy fuck. What am I gonna do?
Once we’re both naked, Abby pulls away and smiles. “There’s something I’ve been looking forward to all day.”