Welcome To My World

“How should i mess with you, like this?Huh, is that better?”

sChristian glances over his shoulder, then pulls me between his legs and points out various dials and gadgets in the cockpit. 

“Grab the wheel,” he orders, bossy as ever, but I do as I’m told. 

“Aye, aye, captain!” I giggle. 

Placing his hands snugly over mine, he continues to steer our course out of the marina, and within a few minutes, we are out on the open sea, slap into the cold blue waters of Puget Sound. Away from the shelter of the marina’s protective wall, the wind is stronger, and the sea pitches and rolls beneath us. I can’t help but grin, feeling Christian’s excitement—this is such fun. We make a large curve until we are heading west toward the Olympic Peninsula, the wind behind us. 

“Sail time,” Christian says, excited. “Here—you take her. Keep her on this course.” What? He grins, reacting to the horror in my face. “Baby, it’s really easy. Hold the wheel and keep your eye on the horizon over the bow. You’ll do great; you always do. When the sails go up, you’ll feel the drag. Just hold her steady. I’ll signal like this”—he makes a slashing motion across his throat—“and you can cut the engines. This button here.” He points to a large black button. “Understand?” 

— Chapter One —

Christian glances up when I look his way and our eyes lock. And in that brief moment, I’m paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at me with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into me, and we’re lost for a moment staring at each other.

(LA: 8AM; NYC: 11AM; UK: 4PM; France: 5PM)