by Nicole Casey
“I wouldn’t apologize to a rat like you if my life depended on it.”
His laughter mocked me and I felt myself clenching my fists.
“Why don’t you come over and join us.” His deep voice was gruff and tempting even if the words sounded false and shallow. “We’ve got some champagne on ice. There’s a hot tub on my yacht, by the way. Joe won’t mind if we leave him alone for a few hours.”
I suddenly remembered that I was naked. I put a hand over my body instinctively, to cover myself, and realized that I was still excited. Very.
“What do you say, Jess?”
“No-one ever calls me Jess.” Why did my voice sound so horribly shaky?
There was a long pause. I had an irrational fear that he would somehow know that I was naked on the other end of the call. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. This helped me feel more secure for some reason.
“I need to speak to Joe.”
“He’s busy and this is my phone you called anyway. Come on over and visit us. We’re in Puerto Madero. Hurry now before it’s too late.” He laughed and blew a kiss before hanging up.
I was ashamed of myself for fantasizing over this incredibly annoying guy. There was nothing I could do but go to Puerto Madero and confront him, though.
It felt dangerous but I had to forget about my own feelings and help out my little brother.
Adam
I just couldn’t seem to find the right words and tone of voice whenever I spoke to Jessie. All I really wanted to do was get close to her and get to know her, but it always came out all wrong as soon as I opened my mouth.
It had been so long since I had a natural, normal relationship with anyone that I felt silly when I tried to open up and show my feelings. She was the only person who didn’t seem impressed by my wealth and who judged me as a person.
So far I had failed to impress her. I hated seeing that look of resentment and anger on her pretty features. How would her face change if she relaxed and smiled a genuine smile in my direction?
Again, I looked at the phone and resisted the urge to call her back and ask her nicely to come over. I was going to have to learn to be patient if I was going to stand a chance of getting near to her. The tough guy act hadn’t got me anywhere with her so far but it was pretty much all I had these days.
After a minute or so I called Joe over and we started to prepare stuff for the trip. I had no idea in which direction Brazil was but I had one of the best yacht captains in the world to get me there.
Night had started to fall over the city and Puerto Madero was getting busy. This was one of the classiest parts of Buenos Aires for eating out in, so we went out for a final spread of barbecued meat in a restaurant that I had heard all the Argentine stars went to.
Joe loved all of the different cuts but I was feeling anxious and distracted. I kept glancing at my watch to see how long had passed since our phone conversation. Damn, she wasn’t coming, was she?
My friend was eating as though he was a man sitting in front of his last ever meal. Strange cuts that the waiter called by names I had never heard before came and went in little time.
I was looking at a plate of something called chinchulines that were like skinny sausages when movement caught my eye. It was Jessie.
“Hi Joe.” She hugged her brother warmly but just looked coldly at me.
“Sit down and have some food, Jess.”
“I thought I told you that I didn’t like you using that name.”
“That’s a shame, as it just rolls off my tongue so well.”
“Our grandmother was the only person who ever called my sister Jess. She died a few years ago.”
I felt terrible.
“Sorry, I never knew.” It was the first time in years that I had genuinely apologized for anything. It felt strangely good to do so.
“You weren’t to know.”
I felt even better when she looked me in the eye and smiled slightly for the first time. Was the ice between us beginning to melt just the tiniest bit? It didn’t last long before the next big freeze, though.
“Joe, mom called me to say that you are spending too much money.”
“Don’t worry, sister.” He looked embarrassed. He probably didn’t want me to know about his financial problems. Certainly, he had never mentioned not having enough money to keep up with our lifestyle.
“He just likes the finer things in life now. There’s nothing wrong with a Wagyu steak and a bottle of cognac now and then,” I showed her the bottle we had been drinking from earlier as evidence.
“My brother’s not a filthy rich millionaire like you.”
“Billionaire.” I felt stupid as soon as the word left my mouth.
“Why don’t you grow up and do something useful with your life, rather than just being a smug pain in the ass all of the time?”
“Yeah, maybe I should go and save the Amazon rainforest by giggling under a waterfall and eating bananas in a hammock.”
Damn, now she would know that I had been ogling her Facebook pictures earlier on. She looked fabulous in them but I certainly couldn’t admit that to her now.
Jessie stood up. She was angry again and looked tired as well.
“Let’s go home, Joe. I’ve been on the road for too long and you’ve been mixing with the wrong company.”
“I can’t. We’re going to sail to Brazil tomorrow.”
“What? With this creep? Get your stuff and let’s go.”
“Hey, you can’t order your brother around like he was a little kid.” I was standing up now, just a few inches away from her, and could feel the body heat coming off her. She was angry and all I wanted to do was grab her and hold her against me.
Would she slap me again if I did? Probably.
“I can talk to me brother any way I like. Unlike you, I have his best interests at heart.”
We argued a bit longer and then Jessie grabbed Joe and told him to lead her to where his stuff was. He tried to resist but eventually, they headed off to the yacht and I sat down alone.
I finished the cognac and have to admit that I was feeling a bit light-headed. That woman did something strange to me, with her dangerous combination of short temper and glorious curves. I longed to get her alone on my yacht, where we could fight and argue and make love under the stars before then arguing again all day long.
There was no time to lose. I left a generous tip and rushed off to the yacht to try and stop them before it was too late.
They were carrying Joe’s bags out onto the deck when I arrived. I stumbled slightly and had to grab on to the handrail. That cognac was strong stuff.
“Listen, we can all sail together. It’ll be…different.” I looked at Jessie, as she was the person I really wanted to share my yacht with. “Come on, loosen up a bit, Jess.”
I grabbed Joe’s shoulder but he was carrying a heavy bag and all I did was knock him off balance.
His ankle twisted at a hideous angle as he stumbled to keep from falling over.
“Argh!” He bent over in slow motion and began to hold his ankle while complaining.
I thought he was making a fuss out of nothing but then Jessie took off his shoe and I could see that his right ankle had already swollen up massively.
“He needs to get to a doctor.” Jessie stared at me after saying the words. “You’ve sprained his ankle.”
“What…? Oh, you want me to sort it out. Fine.” I was getting really annoyed now and just wanted this day to be over. It was obvious that we were doomed to constantly bicker and fight with each other.
“Well, it’s your fault for being a clumsy idiot.”
While I was dialing my assistant back home to find me a clinic in Buenos Aires I watched how Jessie was looking after her brother. She tenderly rubbed his sore foot while she had a very concerned look on her face.
Even more, interestingly, she had bent over to look after him and her dress had fallen enticingly open. I could see the curves of her breasts and was desperate to se
e more of her. Was it worth getting constantly humiliated and stressed out by arguing with her, though?
I had always loved a challenge and trying to get this feisty, puzzling girl’s clothes off in the next couple of days looked like being the sort of challenge that I could sink my teeth into.
A plan started to come together in my head. Standing there beside my yacht I was drunk and starting to get really aroused, so there was a chance that it was the worst plan ever devised.
Jessie
I didn’t really think that a private ambulance was necessary but I had to go over and thank Adam anyway.
“Thanks for taking care of Joe like that. Maybe you aren’t all bad after all.”
The billionaire brat bowed graciously and told me that it was the least he could do. He then wished me a good night and walked up to his yacht.
Was that it? Was I going to get away from therefore without any sort of a fight or argument? As I watched Adam walking on to his craft I knew that he wouldn’t have provoked such strong reactions in me if he hadn’t been so attractive.
He had khaki colored shorts on and I admired his strong legs as he jumped on board. He was the kind of tall and strong man that I had always dreamed of having by my side, so why did he have to be so rude and nasty?
I turned and walked away. It was probably the last time I would ever set eyes on the billionaire, so what was wrong with fantasizing a little about being with him?
The smart, elegant restaurants in Puerto Madero were buzzing with the city’s rich and famous. I felt out of place here so I quickened my stride as I carried on and imagined what it would be like to rip off his clothes and make love on his luxury yacht.
I was sure that he was a good, experienced lover who would know exactly where to touch me. Even when he had put his hand on my thigh in the back of the limo I had felt a thrill running through me.
What the hell…?
My phone was ringing and the name that appeared on the screen was “rich brat”. I quickly recalled storing Adam’s number with this name when I had called the previous day looking for my brother.
“What do you want now, rich brat?”
“Well, that’s not a very nice way to answer the phone. Especially when I’m calling to say that I have a bag with your little brother’s passport and papers in it. I thought you might want to collect it but I see that you don’t.”
I sighed as loudly as I could into the phone.
“Oh, okay. I’ll go back and get them just now.”
It took me 5 minutes to get back to the yacht. I called out but no-one answered, so I reluctantly climbed on board. It was my first time onboard a private yacht so it took me a few minutes to get my bearings.
I walked into the cabin and there was still no sign of Adam or the bag I was meant to collect. It was a bigger room than I had expected it to be, with a giant bed and mirrors on the wall. I walked back out on to the deck.
The boat moved slightly and I grabbed a handrail to steady myself. It wasn’t until I heard the engine that I realized what had happened. He had tricked me into getting on board and was now sailing off with me as a hostage.
Adam appeared on the deck after a few minutes. He was wet all over and only had a pair of shorts on. There was a giant grin on his face and a half empty glass in his hand.
He took the controls again and steered us out onto clear water while I tried to calm down. I bit my tongue in order to not shout at him or say anything foolish.
I felt a confusing mix of emotions as he swaggered towards me. I should be furious but I was incredibly turned on instead.
He offered me a glass but I pushed it away. It fell to the ground and smashed into tiny pieces. He just laughed.
“Looks like we are going for a sail together, Jess. Just you and me.”
“This is kidnapping. Let me off this boat right now.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I want to get off. Now.”
He was now standing very close to me and I hit him on the chest. It was a weak punch that I was immediately ashamed of but the touch of my first on his broad, hairy chest seemed to break down our defenses at last.
Adam grabbed my fist and pulled me closer. It hurt a little and I slapped his chest with my other hand. The billionaire laughed and grabbed my waist.
“I don’t even like you.”
“In that case, I don’t like you either.”
Time stood still while we looked at each other. Neither of us knew how to make the next move. Would it be a slap or would it be a passionate kiss this time?
I could feel his big hands through the thin fabric of my clothes and I lost all control for the first time in my life. My free hand moved onto his stomach and then down.
I looked at him defiantly. Was that fear or pleasure on his face as my hand slipped inside the waistband of his shorts?
“Let go of my hand or I’ll pull your shorts down.”
“Go ahead if you dare.”
It felt like we are acting out our parts in a bad movie but we had to keep up the pretense a little longer for some reason. It was as though our bodies were giving us one message and our brains were trying to stop us acting on it.
My hand moved inside the waistband and I could tell instantly that we were very aroused, just like I was. My hand skirted around the area where we both wanted it to be, teasing and taunting him with the power I now enjoyed over him. This felt good and I wanted to make it last.
He needed me just like I needed him. For some reason, there was no doubt of that in my mind. His eyes were now pleading with me. Who was in charge now then, rich boy?
“I’m not the sort of girl that a man like you can take advantage of easily.” The words stumbled out and I knew that they didn’t make any sense.
“I don’t know what you mean. You are just a guest here. A beautiful, attractive guest with a great body.” His voice was gruffer and deeper than ever before but there was now tenderness in her eyes at last.
I looked down at his shorts and pulled the waistband open daringly. I felt alive with the power and the control that I have over him at last.
His hand was also now under my dress. He touched my inner thigh and then moved inwards, making me shudder with every inch of skin that he discovered.
If felt like a wrestling match or some form of martial arts more than a couple about to make love for the first time. The feeling of anticipation was electrifying, as we each waited to see who would make the first definitive move.
He did. With a deft move, he kissed me deeply and pulled down my underwear at the same time. I felt his fingers begin to probe and I tugged down his shorts so I could explore more freely too.
Adam forced me backwards and I thought I was going to land on the wooden floor but I ended up on a soft bed that I hadn’t even noticed before now. Were we in the cabin or still out on the deck? I was completely and utterly disoriented.
He tried to lift off my dress but it got stuck, as he hadn’t noticed the buttons round the back of it. I tried to help but for a few seconds it looked like our moment of passion was going to end in embarrassment or an accidental strangulation.
In the end, he simply ripped the dress off and threw it into the water with my handbag still caught up in it. My bra followed next and it floated away to who knows where as he hungrily kissed me all over.
I let my imagination run wild as I rubbed myself up and down his body and then wrapped my legs around his waist. He was groaning with pleasure and I realized with a start that I was making some sort of deep, guttural sounds as well.
Our breathing seemed to be strangely synchronized and I vaguely remembered that being some sort of tantric technique. Was he doing it on purpose or was I?
We had turned in to wild animals and the only sensible course of action now was to go with the flow.
“Kiss my back.”
He obliged, rolling me over and running his tongue all the way up from my ankles over my buttocks and on to my shoulder. I could feel
the whole of his naked body pressing against mine as he moved down and then back up again, more slowly this time.
I held in a scream as he moved in closer and pushed my legs apart. He was showing a strange mixture of roughness and tenderness that I was thrilled by. I had no idea whether his next touch would be gentle or brutish, and I loved the sense of the unknown that this brought to our passion.
As we sailed out in the immense Rio de la Plata I screamed out loud and I think Adam did too. There was no one to hear our wild, primitive cries as we each discovered the joy that had been hidden deep inside of us for too long.
Adam
I woke up with the sun burning into my naked body. The feeling of dehydration and disorientation took a few minutes to disappear, as I wandered over to the giant fridge for a beer and quickly drank the whole thing.
Jessie was still fast asleep and I looked over at her. A tear welled up in my eye as I looked at her naked body on my bed. Why did this strange, alluring woman cause me to get so emotional in every way imaginable?
Life had just got very complicated. For a start, I had promised myself that I wouldn’t get emotionally attached to another woman again so soon after my past disappointments.
Then there was the fact that my uncle had made it very clear to me just a few days ago that I was only going to get my full inheritance if I married the right kind of woman. There was no way he was going to approve of a penniless, headstrong backpacker who had just come out of the jungle.
He wanted me to get hitched to some sort of minor royalty or someone from the same background. The only problem was that they were all hideously boring. Only Jessie has managed to make me feel as though I was truly meant to be with someone.
I felt a dark mood settle over me. After I had finally found a woman that pushed all the right buttons I had taken very little time in seeing my dreams fall apart. My uncle would undoubtedly find a way to cut or stop my allowance if he found out about my relationship with Jessie.
I could still remember how he had looked at me so coldly as he fixed his club blazer and tie in the mirror.
