Chapter 7

A.J. had gotten a beauty in a bikini a few docks down to spread sunblock on his back and chest. She had been more than happy to do it.

On Sundays, he liked being alone on his yacht. He could have asked the brunette beauty to join him for lunch, but he decided against it. Her and her father was in The Keys for vacation. The last thing he needed was to mess around with a girl whose father was underfoot. Besides, the woman he really wanted was the duchess.

Last night, he barely got any sleep on her sofa. Not because the sofa was uncomfortable but because he had blue balls. A.J. wanted nothing more than to go up to her bed and comfort her by making love to her. After about four hours laying on her sofa, he left to jack off at home – on the yacht in peace. He thought about calling her to see how she was. He still had her number from the job posting. When he had called it to answer the ad, the ID just said the phone number and private. He wasn’t sure if w