Page 56 of Mister Daddy

We all want to believe that what Caitlyn says is true, but it’s a small ship. It’s only a matter of time before our paths cross and we’re forced to interact.

The question is: what will I tell him when we come face to face?

22

Carter

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Six months ago, when I finally decided to put Abby out of my mind, I adjusted my schedule. I started putting more international itineraries on my agenda. With the new ship unveilings we’ve had, I’ve been anywhere but Miami.

And yet, there she is, on board a ship currently traversing the Nile River.

Her body is fuller than it was a year ago, but it’s not like mine looks exactly the same now as it did then. I’ve been going to the gym more as part of my Abby detox, so if anything, I’m even more cut and athletic than before.

For the record, the work-outs haven’t helped me forget the curvy girl. She’s still the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing I picture when I fall asleep.

Abby moves along to the beat, just like she did the first time I saw her. She sips her drink and smiles at someone. She looks as shy as she was when we met. I’m glad that hasn’t changed.

Who is she smiling at? I crane my neck, but I can’t see anyone. Is she here with another guy?

I don’t think I can handle seeing her with someone new. I know she’s probably moved on from our apparently meaningless tryst, but that doesn’t mean I want to accept it. I haven’t so much as smiled at another woman since Abby.

She shifts to the side, and I see who she was smiling at. Oh, thank goodness. Her two friends, Jessica and Caitlyn, are dancing across from her. No guys in sight.

Now that I know she’s not with a boyfriend, I can fully appreciate Abby’s improved body. Her breasts look slightly bigger, but that’s probably the sexy dress she’s wearing. The green silky fabric hugs her thick curves. Her hair is longer now, flowing down her back in subtle curls. It’s hard to tell in the club, but I don’t think she’s wearing much make-up. Exactly how I like her.

My cock tightens against my pants. It figures this woman still has the same effect on me she did a year ago.

Caitlyn and Jessica lean close to Abby and then scurry off to the bar.

Now’s my chance. I hadn’t planned on talking to her, not really. It would be best for both of us if I pretend I never saw her. But I’m not about to take the easy way out. At the very least, I want to know why she didn’t call me after our week together. Maybe the closure will let me finally move on.

Abby looks up and scans the room. When she spots me, her jaw drops and her eyes widen.

I start walking toward her. Abby searches for her friends, but they’re still trying to get the attention of the bartender. Her attempts to escape are foiled by a busy dance floor. I’m sure she doesn’t want to go anywhere, either, and risk losing touch with her friends.

“Hi,” I say when I see her. She stops trying to find a runaway route and faces me.

“Hi,” she says. “Um, how are you?”

“I’m okay. You?”

“Fine.”

Abby’s eyes once again search out her friends. This time, they see what’s going on. Jessica and Caitlyn abandon the bar to come back, but Abby just barely shakes her head. The girls stop, but they keep watching us, like birds ready to attack.

All of my anger disappears with Abby standing right in front of me. Our bodies move on their own, pressing against each other as the music flows around us. Other travelers bump into us, but we don’t care about them. Our eyes are trained on each other.

Without thinking, I bend forward and kiss Abby. She doesn’t smack me like I expect but leans into the kiss and deepens it, her tongue swimming between my lips.

I grab her hips and pull them tight against my growing erection so that she knows what she’s doing to me.

“My room, now,” I groan.

“I need to tell my friends.”

She rushes off to where Caitlyn and Jessica still stand at attention like Abby’s personal guard dogs. I can’t read lips or hear the conversation, but I’m guessing it’s a lot of them telling Abby she’s being ridiculous. Maybe they’re right. This is probably a terrible idea.