EvieIt was a fairly cool morning, or as cool as it could be on a summer day in southern California. I appreciated the shade that made it comfortable to sit outside while listening to birds and the happy sounds of kids enjoying nature.“What about you?” he asked.I turned to look at him, taking in the profile of the man that had caught my interest. “What about me?”“You’re a party planner. How did you get to be that?”The way he said it made it sound like it was a dirty word. “That?” I said with a laugh. “I think I always knew that I loved parties. Didn’t you like parties as a kid?”“I don’t think I remember a lot of parties when I was a kid.”“Birthday parties?” I questioned.He slowly shook his head. “No. Not really. I think we had one for my younger brother when he turned five, but that’s about it.”That struck me as odd. I couldn’t imagine a childhood with no parties. “Did you ever go to parties?”“I went to a few homecoming parties.”I wrinkled my nose. “Not a kegger. I mean a pa
EvieHis coy smile told me he did. “You could say that.”“Stop being so cagey. You have one of those big beachfront mansions?” “It’s not as big as some of the others. I preferred more land and less house.”My eyes widened. “Oh my god, you are being serious!”“Yes, I am. Why would I lie?”I turned to look at him, making a big show as I did. “The boat business is that good?”“It is,” he said with a soft smile as he nodded.“That explains a lot,” I said, putting all the pieces together.“What does?”“You are one of those wealthy, eccentric types.”“I don’t think I’m eccentric at all. I like to keep to myself. I don’t go out a lot. I don’t care to go out a lot.”“Because you don’t like people. I remember. Do you live in San Diego?”“Yes,” he answered. “I live in the La Jolla area.”“Wow, no kidding. I grew up in the general area. Not in one of those big fancy mansions on the beach but the general area.”“I grew up on base mostly. We did finally move off base to a house just outside the c
XanderCharlie was sitting outside the building where he worked. I was meeting him for lunch. Technically, I was bringing him lunch to make up for ditching him at the party the other night. He wasn’t truly mad. We both knew from the very beginning there was no way I was going to stay the entire time. It didn’t matter. He was a little pissed. I would make up for it with burgers and fries, and all would be well.I parked my car, hanging the parking pass from my rearview mirror before climbing out. I sauntered across the parking lot, carrying the bags in my hand. He was staring at his phone, obviously texting someone.“You can’t ignore me forever,” I told him.“It won’t be that hard,” he said, dropping the phone down. “You don’t talk much.”I sat down and pushed a bag toward him. “I brought a peace offering.”He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the burgers. I grabbed one for myself. The waxy paper the burger was wrapped in was covered with grease stains, ketchup, and melted che
Xander“I don’t dislike her.”“That’s high praise coming from you.”I laughed. “She’s not bad. And do you know what the best part is?”“What?”“She didn’t know me. She thought I was one of the employees that worked on the ships.”He raised his brows. “Are you sure? You don’t think it could be a trick to make you think she didn’t know you.”“No, I don’t think so. I only gave her my full name after we met at the park.”“Really? That’s weird.”It was weird. “I guess it just didn’t come up. You know me. I’m not really very good at the people thing. She seemed to get it and didn’t pressure me.”“Hell, this one is a keeper,” he joked.“I think I’m going to offer to take her out on the boat,” I said.He stopped chewing, his eyes going wide. “No shit?”“Why not?”“Take her.”I studied him. “Why?” I asked, knowing he was up to no good. He had a plan.He grinned. “Because no woman can resist a nice ride on a boat. You can offer her some of your fancy wine. Serve her expensive cheese. She’ll cra
EvieI walked into Nelle’s bar just after six with my laptop bag in one hand and my phone in the other. It had been a crazy day. The day was spilling into my evening, which it tended to do. Nelle’s bar was semi-busy with the after-work crowd sitting at tables and complaining about their shitty days. I was going to sit at the bar and complain about my day.I sat on my usual stool at the very edge of the bar, farthest away from the action. It was where Nelle took a break when the action was slow. It was the best seat in the house as far as I was concerned. I could see everything and everyone, and yet, no one really paid much attention to the corner.I ended my phone call to the flower shop that insisted they couldn’t get the tulips my client wanted. I very nicely told them to look harder. I flopped down on the stool, my laptop bag on the bar. I looked around and knew there was no way I was going to get any actual work done. I was fried and really uninterested in hashing out the details
Evie“That’s him.” I smiled.“He’s hot,” she said and took the phone back. “Let’s see if we can find any real dirt on him.” I waited while she slid her finger over her screen, scowled, and pushed another button.“Well?”“He has no social media, unless he uses a different name. There is nothing on him. How boring.”“That sounds very much like the man I spoke with,” I said, oddly happy that he wasn’t one of those guys that bragged all over social media. “He’s very closed up. He doesn’t talk much.”“I bet you do plenty of talking for the both of you.”I laughed. “Odd. He said the same thing.”She put her phone back in her pocket. “Why him?”“I don’t know. There was just something about him. It’s like seeing a pretty box with intricate wrapping paper. I wanted to know what was in the box. I am dying of curiosity to know him.”“Because he’s hot,” she said.“He is handsome.”“Now what?” she questioned. “Was it a one-park date or is this going to be a thing?”“I’m going out on his boat with
XanderI was on my back, messing with the wiring for the stereo on the boat when I heard footsteps. It was a busy marina. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard her voice.“Knock, knock,” she called out.I had to smile. I slid out from where I was mostly hidden from view. “I’m here,” I said, getting to my feet.She looked at the screwdriver in my hand and then back at me. “Um, I think I might take a raincheck.”“Why?”“You are working on your boat. That isn’t a good sign, is it?”I grinned, shaking the screwdriver. “I was fixing the stereo. The boat is fine. She isn’t going to sink.”She looked skeptical. “I don’t know. I’m not a great swimmer.”“It’s going to be fine. It isn’t going to sink.”She gestured at the boat with one hand. “What about the engine? Is it sound?”She was nervous. It was very different from the confident, bubbly woman I had met at the party. It was too good to pass up. “I have rations on the boat. They will last at least four days. We can live three weeks w
XanderI crossed one leg over the other and relaxed into the comfortable couch. I did enjoy a nice evening out on the boat. I realized in that moment, it was even better with a little company. “Are you busy planning another party?”I smiled. “Always. There is always another one.”“Any more shipping parties?”“No. If I do another with a ship theme, it is going to be all in and it will not be for a shipping company.”“I hope you didn’t take what I said seriously. I’m the last person you want to take party advice from.”She pushed up her sunglasses. I did the same. “It was true. You were being honest. Brutally honest.”I cringed. “I tend to be a little tactless.”“It’s okay,” she assured me. “It was deserved.”“How come you have never been out on a boat?” I asked. “You said you lived in the area all your life. It’s kind of hard to avoid the water.”She shrugged. “We didn’t have a boat when I was growing up and it really never appealed to me. I like the sand beneath my feet. I like solid
XanderLaughter floated out of the ballroom behind us. I was glad everyone was having a good time. It was the culmination of a lot of hard work over the year. Every person in there deserved to celebrate their success, including Charlie’s crew.“What kind of business?” she asked. “Are you guys cooking up another scheme to make ships even faster?”“No. I think I’m good for a while now. I have more important matters to focus on.”She touched my cheek. “I better be one of those matters.”“You are. You absolutely are.”“My dad is pretty excited to be a part of all of this,” she commented.“He should be. He made it possible, which is why I gave him a check for his cut of the profits.”Her mouth fell open. “You did what?”I shrugged. “Without him, I never would have gotten those first few ships to try out the new hardware. He offered suggestions that made it work even better. He deserved—no, he earned—that money.”“Wow. Did he accept it?”I laughed and nodded. “Oh yeah, he did. His name is a
XanderOne year laterPride. That was what I felt in that moment. My ships were heading out to sea. Everyone else was already making their way back away from the dock. I couldn’t leave just yet. I watched the ships navigate out to sea one at a time. I didn’t have children, but I imagined what I was feeling was similar to what a proud papa would feel.I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Charlie next to me.“This is a big day,” he said.“It is. You pulled it off.”“You pulled it off.”“What do you think?” I asked him. “Is it going to work? Do you foresee them falling apart halfway around the world?”He shook his head. “My guys did excellent work. That shit is solid.”“Good. Those test ships seem to be holding up.”“Of course, they will. My team is the best. Your idea wasn’t half-bad either.”“Thanks,” I said, watching as one of the ships cleared the harbor.“You know, you could have made a lot more money with that plan,” he lectured.“I could have but I already have a lot of
Evie“I’m going to make love to you all night,” he promised. “This is just the beginning. This is to tide me over until we get home. I want you in my bed. I want me inside you.”“Yes,” I gasped, my head dropping to my chest as he slid in and out of me. Every stroke touched new places. Every stroke sent my body into a wild tailspin of desire and need. “Please. Please. Don’t stop.”He didn’t speed up his pace. He kept moving in that slow steady rhythm, sliding in, grinding his hips, and then gliding out and leaving just the tip inside me. The spasms rocking through me made it difficult for me to remain standing. I wanted to crumble in a heap at his feet with him still inside me.“This is just the first,” he said, his voice strained. “I can’t hold back. Your body is milking me. You are too tight. Too hot. Too fucking wet.”“Don’t hold back,” I told him. I needed his release. I could feel mine hovering just out of reach as if my body refused to give in until it had his complete surrender.
EvieI was being terribly irresponsible. I was not the girl who got naked in the park and had sex. Unfortunately, when I was with Xander, all bets were off.And he loved me. The words echoed through my mind over and over. He loved me. I would follow him into the fires of hell knowing he loved me. I didn’t realize just how badly I needed to hear those words from him.He loved me. I loved him. I didn’t know what that meant for the two of us, but damn if I was going to pass up the chance to find out. The way he was kissing me was different. Maybe it was mind over matter, but I could practically taste the love on his tongue. It was in the way he touched me. The gentleness of his hand on my cheek, holding me steady while his tongue plundered inside my mouth.“Over here,” he said as he broke his mouth away from mine.I felt a little dazed. His kiss made me feel drunk on lust. Again, I was ready to follow him anywhere if it meant I got more kisses like that. He took my hand and led me away f
Xander“Xander, I want to believe you, but I’m hesitant.”“I know. I expect that. It isn’t just the memories of Kade that brought me back. You. Memories of being with you. Thinking about this place and our time together. Those are all really good memories. I want more memories like that.”“You are saying all the right things,” she said with a smile. “You know I can’t resist you.”“I’m counting on it.”“I’m glad you are back,” she said.“Me too. Does this mean you will entertain the idea of having a relationship with me?”“I could be convinced,” she said.“I am going to work very hard to convince you,” I vowed.She sipped her wine. “How are you doing? Like really doing?”“I’m doing a lot better thanks to you.”“Thanks to me?”“You are a sneaky little lady,” I told her.She raised her eyebrows. “Me? Sneaky?”“I got a call yesterday.”“Congratulations.”“Oh, you’re cheeky too.” I laughed. I opened the picnic basket and pulled out the small cheese tray and peeled back the plastic. “You ho
XanderI was so close to losing her. I sensed it in her voice. I wasn’t expecting her to jump at the chance to see me, but I wasn’t expecting such resistance either.The sense of urgency I felt was making me anxious. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. It had taken me way too long to realize how I felt about her. Anytime I thought about my life in a month or a year or in ten years, she was there. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I knew she was a person I wanted in my life. It wasn’t even a want. It was a need. I needed the woman like I needed air.I was prepared to chase her down if I had to. I would do whatever it took to make her hear me out. I knew there was still a chance she would kick me to the curb. I wouldn’t blame her if she did. I had fucked up. A lot. I would spend the next year trying to convince her to give me a chance. I couldn’t explain when things clicked but they had.It was like the light went on. I hated that I was so ignorant for so damn long. I hated to thin
Evie“I don’t know,” I answered. “I didn’t take the call. I was in a meeting. And it wasn’t the kind of meeting that allowed me to answer my phone.”“Did he leave a voicemail?”“Nope.”“I hate that,” she groaned.“Me too. If it was important, he could leave a message. The guy has fallen off the face of the earth again. He hasn’t called or texted and now he blows up my phone? I’m not interested.”“Liar,” she shot back.“Okay, I am interested but I don’t want to make it too easy.”“You know you’re never going to be able to think of anything else if you don’t call him back and find out what he wants.”“Won’t that make me sound like I’m desperate for his attention?” I asked.“No. The man called you. Calling him back is just polite.”Truly, I was looking for her approval. She had given it to me and now I was anxious to call him and find out. “I’m going to do it.”“Let me know,” she said and hung up.I held the phone in my hand, tapping it against my forehead. I needed to mentally brace mys
EvieI pulled up the images from a sweet-sixteen party I had planned about six months ago before I turned my laptop for the new client to see.“Oh wow, that is stunning!” the mother exclaimed.“I don’t want pink,” the spoiled princess pouted.I smiled, remaining calm. “You don’t have to have pink. You can choose any color you want.”“No,” the mother quickly interjected. “We are not having black.”The girl scowled. “I wasn’t going to say black.”I kept my smile in place. The affluent family had reached out to me last week. Initially, I didn’t want to do it. I was in no mood to deal with a spoiled teenager.“What colors were you thinking about?” I asked.“Purple,” she answered. “I want several shades of purple.”“Oh, that’s very regal,” her mother said with a relieved smile. “I like it.”“I was at a party you planned for my friend like a year ago,” the young girl said. “She said you were really good. My party has to be better than her party.”Ah, teenage envy. “We will do our best.”“We
Xander“No, I don’t suppose it was. You did it for yourself. You made something of yourself. I’ve kept my head in the sand, trying to ignore what you’ve been doing. I did a little research. You have changed the world, just like you said you were going to. You really did something remarkable. Your mother used to show me newspaper clippings with your name. I know I didn’t say it, but I’m proud of you. I’ve always been proud of you.”I put the bottle of beer down. I could not continue to drink it if he was going to send me into coughing fits every time he dropped one of his little bombshells. “You are?”“I am. I should have told you before. You are my son. I’ve said some pretty shitty things. I don’t know how to make them go away but I was hoping we could try and start over.”I felt like I was being pranked. Maybe I was dreaming. In thirty-two years, my father had never believed I was worthy of his last name. “You want to start over? I’m sorry, Dad. This is all coming out of left field.