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man’s name. Chances are he didn’t even text much and would never even think to look there. Why should he, if he didn’t text?  She laughed out loud, and shivered with the deliciousness of her plan. Then she closed her eyes and took a nap.
     
    When she woke up later, it was dark. The night was clear and you could see the stars.  Julian was still snoozing happily. He snored slightly.  It was just too tempting.  She laid beside him and watched him sleep for a while, then she snuggled into him. He put his arm around her automatically and held her in his drugged sleep. She was in seventh heaven. ‘ So this is what he would be like to
sleep

with,’ she thought.  It made her more determined than ever
to make this
happen. He made her feel so safe and protected in his strong arms.  She lifted her leg up and rested it across his thighs and his hand came down and rested gently upon her thigh. She had never been so happy.  He was going to be hers, and only hers.  It would be like this forever.  She smiled again, closed her eyes, and within seconds, was also fast asleep.
     
    ***
     
    “What the fuck?”  He suddenly shouted a few hours later.  He sat up, causing her to fall off him and onto the blanket laying on the beach with a soft thud.
    “Whaaa…?”  She said, still semi asleep herself.  She sat up and moved her hair out of her eyes.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” He shouted angrily. Devia suddenly remembered where they were and what they had been doing.  She hadn’t meant to fall asleep with him, it had just been so nice.  Her head against his chest, his heart beating steadily in her ear, her hand on his firm tight abs, her fingers just hooked inside his trouser belt. It had just been so good, to be so close to him, in his arms like that. As though he were her man. She responded quickly.
    “You passed out. You were ill. I was keeping you warm. I tried waking you hours ago.
  Then gave up.
”  She said indignantly.
    “What’s that horrible taste I have in my mouth?” She smarted at his comment. That taste was her pussy juices, and they weren’t horrible. Her men always said she tasted sweet. Why didn’t he like her taste?
    “You ate some food, then you were ill. I just said that.”
    “What?” He shook his head. He was still feeling groggy. “What do you mean I was ill?”
    “You started mumbling that you weren’t feeling well and seconds later you blacked out.” She looked at him to gauge his reaction. He was still shaking his head as though he wanted to clear it.
    “I don’t understand.” Julian was confused.  It didn’t make sense and he felt fine now with the exception of feeling a little ‘out of it.’ He started to feel angry, but didn’t know why. Devia continued.
    “Remember I am the client. I was stuck here, unable to do anything, until you came round. It’s been hell for me.” She said, suddenly on the offensive to distract him.
    “Ok I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. We have to get going.”  Julian looked at the horizon and saw a thick fog rolling in from the sea.  “Damn, it doesn’t look like we are going anywhere tonight. We need to get aboard and I will let the others know what has happened, they will be worried sick. We will have to leave in the morning.”
    “Where will we sleep?” She asked.
    “There are more than enough cabins on board.”  She grinned at the unexpected luck of having to stay overnight, on board, alone , with Julian. Things were turning out better than she could have ever hoped. God was on her side.
     
    They gathered up the things in the dark, the fog was still coming their way
.
After
they had collected everything they both got in the
dinghy
to hea
d
back to the boat. Julian started the engine and the Williams fired into action, the water thrusting through the jet nozzles at the back.  The boat sped over the waves and he didn’t slow it down until they were alongside the Ocean Islander. Julian brought the