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it?
    This
was his own private corridor, untouched when the yacht was rented out for
hospitality, and maybe she wouldn’t even come back to the yacht tonight, let
alone take a tour down this corridor. But he wasn’t going to leave it to
chance. The thrill of her thinking he was a deckhand was too much to resist. There
weren’t many pictures and it didn’t take long to remove them all, one by one. He
looked at each one, as he took it down – yes, the carefully cultivated playboy
image had come off a treat. Often a beautiful woman was close by - but they’d
generally made a play for him, and who was he to pass up an evening with a
pretty girl? But it was usually just an ‘evening’, rarely a night.
    Mario
appeared again.
    ‘We
been talking, and we think maybe you lost your moves, boss man.’
    Mac
merely smiled and handed him the pictures. ‘See you later, chef.’
    ‘Aha
– the photos come off the walls, maybe the pants come off tonight.’
    ‘Kitchen!’
said Mac, and he walked to his room wondering what destiny would hold for this
evening.
    First,
work out how to play tonight.
    He
opened the door to the master suite and took off his divers watch and began to
undress.
    For
sure, her body had filled him with the most powerful charge he’d felt for
years. Still feeling it. Either that or the air con was too low in here.
    Unbuttoning
his shorts, he realised the thought of her was still affecting him now. If only
he wasn’t such a fan of a challenge.
    Too
competitive, that’s your trouble.
    Hesitating,
then taking off the chain from around his neck, he shook his head.
    To
hell with reserve, it was only a date.
    One
night. She’d made
that clear.
    Tomorrow
he’d be gone – like he always was. And anyway, this Sam seemed like someone who
could take care of herself, independent and feisty and not likely to turn
‘bunny-boiler’ anytime soon, even if she was as clumsy as any girl he’d ever
met. But feeling nervous about a date hadn’t been on Mac’s agenda for years.
Maybe because she reminded him of his first crush, it made him feel seventeen
once more. She did have the same incredible green eyes and tousled blond
hair, high cheek bones and voluptuous curves, but it didn’t mean he had to act
like a jock on prom night.
    He
carefully removed his shorts. Something unexpected had definitely happened
today - and it felt so real, so refreshing. ‘Specially her honesty - even if
she did only think he was a deckhand.
      In
truth, perhaps that was why all this felt so delicious…
    He
walked into the bathroom, straight under the hot shower. The water felt good.
So did his body with all the training he’d been doing. It’d better pay off.
    In
any case, with all the stresses of recent events, he needed to get lost in a
woman – truly lost. And if that afternoon was anything to go by, this woman appeared to have a direct route deep into the forest with no white
pebbles to find a way home.
     
    A
little while later Mac was standing in just a towel, still hot from his earlier
encounter with Sadie, and perspiring in the steamy bathroom. He wiped the
mirror and wondered if she’d noticed his face.
    Running
his finger across one of the scars on his chin he examined the deep marks, right
across his jawline. They were disguised more than usual by the five-day stubble
he grew on the rare occasion when he finally took time out to train and just be
himself, with only the crew for company. He picked up an expensive looking tube
and squeezed out the thick, skin-coloured camouflage cream – one of many
unusual lotions and expensive potions on the shelf nearby – till a big blob
filled his finger. He looked at it, then at his face.
    They
never usually mentioned it – the women – they wouldn’t dare.
    Would
she?
    He
put a swipe of it over one scar, rubbed a little window into the steamed up
mirror, and smiled at what he saw – actually, the stubble did just as good a
job of disguise. Maybe it should be his new look. Jim