there were restrictions for Americans to sail there?”
“Yes. I’ve heard of some, but remember, I’m not American. For everyone else in the world, it’s perfectly fine to sail off to Cuba. I figured it would be a good idea since it’s only forty five minutes away from Miami on a boat.”
“Where are you from?” she asked.
“My brother’s and my citizenship is with Austria, but for as long as I’ve been young, I lived everywhere. My mom was from Spain so we visited their a lot too.” I guided her outside. “Let me take you on a tour to pass some time.”
“Okay.” She looked around. “How many levels does your yacht have?”
“Four. There’s a lower deck with a swimming platform, four bedrooms, a suite that my brother and I fight over, engine room and further away are the crew’s living space.”
“Yikes. That’s just the lower deck?”
“Do you want to know what’s on the main and upper deck? You’ve already been on the sun deck.”
She twisted her lips. “Tell me the truth. Is this your thing? Do you usually take a girl on a tour?” She did air quotes for tour.
“I may have taken a few women on one or two tours.”
“Typical.” She stuck her tongue at me. “I’d rather not have the traditional impress-the-chick-I’m-hoping-to-bang tour. Let’s just sit somewhere and have a glass of wine. Is that okay?”
Intriguing. Did she decide not to go on the tour to try and unbalance me or was she just annoyed that she wouldn’t be the first woman I took on one? Women are crazy.
She ran her fingertips along the wall as we walked to the dining area on the upper deck. “How much is this monstrosity of lavishness?”
“My yacht cost several mill.”
She whistled. “I couldn’t imagine spending that much money on one item, let alone having that much in my own bank account. Insane.”
“Yachts cost way more than this. You should ask my brother about some of the highest ones. He’s more into luxury items than me.”
“How much do you think the most expensive boat is?”
“Eight hundred million dollars. It has twenty four bedrooms, mini-submarine, and—”
“Excuse me, did you say a mini-submarine?”
“Yeah. Crazy right?”
“Demented. What the hell would anyone need a mini-submarine for? That’s just wasting money because the bastard can.”
“I know, that’s what my mother tells my dad all of the time. She absolutely hates that sub.”
She stopped on my side. “Your dad is the one that owns the eight hundred million dollar boat?”
“Yep. It’s why my brother and I move around a lot. We practically grew up on it. I don’t think I can even sleep in a bed that’s not being rocked by the ocean.”
“Lucky you.”
I risked a chance and tugged her close to me. “How lucky do you think I am?”
“In life, pretty damn much. With me, not at all.”
I’ll break you, Dawn. You’ll eat all of those confident words by the end of the summer.
We arrived at the desk. Selena, one of my many servers, prepared two glasses of champagne, as usual. She was accustomed to my brother and my games and understood we enjoyed wining and dining our women before honing in to close the deal.
“Is this a full bar?” Dawn strolled over. Gold lace trailed behind her. She waved at Selena and asked, “Would it be okay if I had a shot of tequila instead?”
Tequila? Really? That’s not romantic at all.
Selena paused and turned my way. “Sir?”
“Sure. That’s fine.”
“Join me,” Dawn suggested.
What are we, fraternity guys on spring break?
“No way. I’m not a big drinker.”
“Then let’s do some shots.” She clapped.
I raised one eyebrow. “Shots? I just told you I don’t drink that much, nothing more than wine.”
“That’s pretty shocking. I figured you for a big partier.”
“Well after enough partying, I’ve learned that tequila and I don’t do well.”
Smirking, Selena set two shot glasses down and filled them up to the rim with brown liquid.
Dawn
“Yes. I’ve heard of some, but remember, I’m not American. For everyone else in the world, it’s perfectly fine to sail off to Cuba. I figured it would be a good idea since it’s only forty five minutes away from Miami on a boat.”
“Where are you from?” she asked.
“My brother’s and my citizenship is with Austria, but for as long as I’ve been young, I lived everywhere. My mom was from Spain so we visited their a lot too.” I guided her outside. “Let me take you on a tour to pass some time.”
“Okay.” She looked around. “How many levels does your yacht have?”
“Four. There’s a lower deck with a swimming platform, four bedrooms, a suite that my brother and I fight over, engine room and further away are the crew’s living space.”
“Yikes. That’s just the lower deck?”
“Do you want to know what’s on the main and upper deck? You’ve already been on the sun deck.”
She twisted her lips. “Tell me the truth. Is this your thing? Do you usually take a girl on a tour?” She did air quotes for tour.
“I may have taken a few women on one or two tours.”
“Typical.” She stuck her tongue at me. “I’d rather not have the traditional impress-the-chick-I’m-hoping-to-bang tour. Let’s just sit somewhere and have a glass of wine. Is that okay?”
Intriguing. Did she decide not to go on the tour to try and unbalance me or was she just annoyed that she wouldn’t be the first woman I took on one? Women are crazy.
She ran her fingertips along the wall as we walked to the dining area on the upper deck. “How much is this monstrosity of lavishness?”
“My yacht cost several mill.”
She whistled. “I couldn’t imagine spending that much money on one item, let alone having that much in my own bank account. Insane.”
“Yachts cost way more than this. You should ask my brother about some of the highest ones. He’s more into luxury items than me.”
“How much do you think the most expensive boat is?”
“Eight hundred million dollars. It has twenty four bedrooms, mini-submarine, and—”
“Excuse me, did you say a mini-submarine?”
“Yeah. Crazy right?”
“Demented. What the hell would anyone need a mini-submarine for? That’s just wasting money because the bastard can.”
“I know, that’s what my mother tells my dad all of the time. She absolutely hates that sub.”
She stopped on my side. “Your dad is the one that owns the eight hundred million dollar boat?”
“Yep. It’s why my brother and I move around a lot. We practically grew up on it. I don’t think I can even sleep in a bed that’s not being rocked by the ocean.”
“Lucky you.”
I risked a chance and tugged her close to me. “How lucky do you think I am?”
“In life, pretty damn much. With me, not at all.”
I’ll break you, Dawn. You’ll eat all of those confident words by the end of the summer.
We arrived at the desk. Selena, one of my many servers, prepared two glasses of champagne, as usual. She was accustomed to my brother and my games and understood we enjoyed wining and dining our women before honing in to close the deal.
“Is this a full bar?” Dawn strolled over. Gold lace trailed behind her. She waved at Selena and asked, “Would it be okay if I had a shot of tequila instead?”
Tequila? Really? That’s not romantic at all.
Selena paused and turned my way. “Sir?”
“Sure. That’s fine.”
“Join me,” Dawn suggested.
What are we, fraternity guys on spring break?
“No way. I’m not a big drinker.”
“Then let’s do some shots.” She clapped.
I raised one eyebrow. “Shots? I just told you I don’t drink that much, nothing more than wine.”
“That’s pretty shocking. I figured you for a big partier.”
“Well after enough partying, I’ve learned that tequila and I don’t do well.”
Smirking, Selena set two shot glasses down and filled them up to the rim with brown liquid.
Dawn
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