Just a Flirt

by Olivia Noble

  With a sob, Eva hung up the phone and threw it aside, putting her face in her hands.

  Andreas moved to her side and placed his hand on her back. “Eva, what’s wrong?”

  It was a moment before she could catch her breath. She turned to look up at him with fear in her eyes. “Andreas. What am I going to do?”

  Chapter Six

  Nicole lay in her bikini aboard the large pleasure yacht. The staff had been bringing her tropical drinks garnished with colorful little umbrellas for well over two hours. She was beginning to grow impatient as she continued checking the time on her phone. Every fifteen minutes, her anger would grow a little more. The sun was now setting, and she was beginning to feel pathetic for ever believing that Tyler would show up. When the ship’s butler replaced her mostly drained Mai Tai with a lovely Piña Colada, Nicole reached out to grab his wrist.

  “Hey. Are you sure I’m in the right place?” she asked him awkwardly. “This is the Clarissa?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” said the butler with a smile. “This yacht belongs to Andreas and Tyler Torres. I was told to be expecting a lovely brunette. You are most definitely in the right place.”

  “Then where the fuck is Tyler?” Nicole hissed. “I’ve been waiting for hours!”

  The butler blinked. “I’m sorry ma’am. Master Torres is a free spirit, and you never know when he’ll show up—or not.”

  Nicole growled softly. “Can you call him and tell him that I’m waiting?”

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t know his personal number. Maybe you can call him?”

  “I don’t know it either,” Nicole said with a frown. “Fuck. Fuck him.”

  “Indeed,” said the butler lightly, before retreating back into the belly of the yacht.

  Grabbing the piña colada, Nicole brought the straw to her lips to drink deeply of the alcoholic beverage. Hours ago, she had informed the butler to make the drinks stronger, with less of the sweet juices and creams to water them down. She felt like she had ingested a gallon of rum by the time she put the drink down. She let her head drop back down against the luxurious lounge chair.

  Nicole’s eyes closed as she let her mind drift back to her fourteenth birthday. She had been surprised and overjoyed to receive a phone call from her father, who had abandoned her for over a decade. He had sounded charming and excited to meet with her and rekindle their relationship. He had invited her to dinner at his favorite restaurant in the city; a little cozy Chinese food spot where they had eaten often as a family when she was younger.

  She had showed up on time, wearing her best dress. At the time, Nicole had been a rough-and-tumble tomboy whose main priorities included softball and running track. She never wore dresses, but she had gone out of her way to impress her father. It was her hope that if she looked her best, maybe he would want to see her again and be part of her life. Maybe he would want to stick around.

  As her birthday was in December, the restaurant had set up a little miniature Christmas tree to be festive. Nicole could still remember every decoration on that Christmas tree as she stared at it for five hours, trying her best to maintain some dignity and not break down and cry. The restaurant staff had taken pity on her and given her free appetizers since she had no money. They had also allowed her to use their phone; but Nicole did not even know her father’s number.

  “Fuck this,” Nicole whispered to herself as she stood up, angrily wrapping her sarong around her hips and sliding her feet into her sandals. She pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head as it had grown too dark to wear them. Grabbing her phone, she began walking off the yacht. On second thought, she turned back and swung her hand into the glass that had been holding her drink, sending it crashing to the ground.

  She watched with a satisfied nod as the glass shattered. “Asshole,” Nicole muttered, and she found herself filled with the urge to smash more things. Moving into the dining area of the yacht, she saw the table which had been set for a candlelight dinner by the boat’s staff. The candles were nearly burned down to their holders already. Nicole glared at this romantic setting before moving forward to grab one of the plates and hurl it across the room. It smashed against the wall with a lovely cacophony, causing a staff member to come running out of the kitchens.

  “Ma’am!” said a female cook. “What are you doing?”

  Nicole turned to look at her appraisingly as she picked up another plate. The woman was slightly plump and sweet in a matronly way, and she reminded Nicole of Eva’s mother. This caused her to soften a bit.

  “He made me wait,” she told the woman in a furious voice, “for hours.”

  The woman sent her a small smile. “Do you really like him?”

  Nicole felt insulted by the question. “I don’t know. I just—I hate it when people break promises. Like, be a man and keep your word.”

  “Sadly, men never do, dearie,” said the kindly cook. “But just wait a little while longer. Tyler never entertains his lady friends aboard this boat. You must be special to him if he invited you here. Are you two dating? Are you his girlfriend?”

  “Pshhh,” Nicole said in disgust at the word. “I’m just a flirt. This was just a stupid flirtation.”

  “From the look on your face, it seems like you were expecting more,” the cook said knowingly.

  “What? Hell no,” Nicole said with a glare. “I always keep things casual. My motto is: just a flirt doesn’t hurt!”

  “If you’re not hurt, then why are you smashing dishes?” the cook asked, gesturing to the plate that was clutched tightly in Nicole’s hand.

  Nicole looked down at her pale fingers in surprise. “You’re right,” she said with annoyance. “I don’t need this.” She dropped the plate back onto the table before marching to the exit of the yacht. She was regretful that she had missed her flight to spend time with Tyler, and she was ashamed that she had been looking forward to this evening so much all day. As she marched across the ship, she allowed herself to unleash a stream of self-deprecating insults inside her mind.

  She should have known better.

  She was just about to disembark when she found a large man standing in her path.

  “I’m sorry that I’m late,” Tyler said sincerely. “The board meetings took longer than I expected.”

  Clenching her fists, Nicole tried to think of a clever insult. However, when she looked at Tyler’s innocent face and his soft hair in the low lighting of the harbor, she felt her anger dissipating. She tried very hard to hold onto that rage. She knew that it was the only thing that could protect her now.

  “You’re a fucking jackass,” she told him. “And your boat is ugly.”

  When Nicole turned to walk away, she felt both of his hands grasping her shoulders to hold her firmly in place.

  “Another reason I’m late,” Tyler told her, “is that it took some time to pick out your present.”

  He briefly released his hands from her shoulders, and in the next moment, Nicole found that he was placing a large ruby pendant around her neck. She gasped as she looked down at the size and glimmer of the jewel, and saw that it was encased in a little row of small diamonds. She lifted her fingers to touch it, and found that tears were pricking the back of her eyes. Her father had never apologized for failing to show up to the restaurant on her birthday. He had completely forgotten. Now here was this complete stranger being so kind...

  When Tyler finished clasping the chain behind her neck, he leaned down to place a kiss against her shoulder. “I’m sorry that I made you angry. But you’re really hot when you’re angry, so I’m not that sorry.”

  Nicole swiveled around quickly to look into his face. “Don’t do this,” she told him softly. “I can’t deal with this. It’s too much. You should return the necklace.”

  Tyler stared down at the gemstone in admiration. “No way. Now that the ruby has met your breasts, it would be miserable forever if it needed to be ripped away from them.” As he spoke, he lifted his fingers to trail them along the curve of her clea
vage. “Besides; breasts this perfect deserve to have a little attention drawn to them.”

  It was impossible to stay angry at him. Nicole tried to roll her eyes and seem unaffected, but she was so happy and relieved that he had shown up. She had already reached her lifelong limit on disappointments, and she didn’t think that she could possibly be any more bitter or crass to cope with her lack of faith in people. She really needed a small good thing to happen. Even if she never saw Tyler again after this night, at least she’d have this necklace as a token of his kindness.

  “Want to join me on my boat for another surprise?” Tyler asked her suggestively. “I’ll give you a hint: it’s in my pants.”

  Nicole smiled. “Sure. Just ignore all the smashed plates.”

  Chapter Seven

  Collapsing on the bed, Nicole lay there panting for a few seconds. She grasped the sheets between her hands and twisted them in her fists as she rode out the final waves of her orgasm. Looking up, she could see the drops of sweat on Tyler’s brow. She smiled. “What’s wrong, tiger?” she said once she could manage to speak. “Am I wearing you out?”

  “Me?” he said as his lips curled into a smile. He leaned down to press his mouth against hers. “You’re the one who’s shaking.”

  Nicole wrapped her arms around him to pull him down for a deeper kiss. “I can feel you growing soft,” she whispered when their lips broke. “Are you done for the night?”

  “Jesus, woman,” Tyler said with a grin. “Give me five minutes to recover. You’re insatiable!”

  With a small giggle, Nicole shoved him off her so that he was lying on his back. She cuddled up against his side, and pulled the blankets over their legs. They had been out to sea for several hours on the yacht, and Nicole had been vastly enjoying the privacy of his company on the open waters. She felt that sharing such a lovely experience had brought them closer together in an unexpected way.

  “So,” she asked him softly. “Are you going to tell me why you wouldn’t look at me the first time we had sex?”

  Tyler stiffened slightly. “Do you really want to hear about that?”

  “Only if you would like to share,” she said curiously.

  “Well,” Tyler said with a deep breath, “when I was eight or nine, Andreas and I had this babysitter. She didn’t bother him because he was a bit older and he always had his head in a book, but she would come into my room at night and suck on my dick. I didn’t even know what was happening. I would have orgasms, but nothing would come out. She would kiss me a lot, and I liked it. I don’t know why she did all that; I think she was just bored. But the worst part is that I was really attached to her and thought she was my friend. It continued for years, but one day, she just left and I never saw her again.”

  “Wow,” Nicole said softly. “That’s awful.”

  Tyler shrugged. “So I guess that’s why I generally try to avoid kissing or connecting with women. It’s all fake; the romance and affection. I love fucking them, but I try not to get attached.”

  “Then why’d you let me kiss you?” Nicole asked gently. “Why’d you let me suck on your cock?”

  “You’re different,” Tyler said with a smirk. “You’re very... aggressive. You’re always angry. I don’t believe the fake kindness most women have shown me, but I believe your anger. I understand your anger; I understand that there’s a kindness behind it that you’re trying to protect.”

  “Or I could just be an angry person,” Nicole said with a smile, trailing her fingertips along his jaw.

  “No way.” Tyler turned to the side to capture her lips. He kissed her with an intensity that completely engulfed her and swept her away. He kissed her with his entire being. “You’re wonderful, Nicole. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he said breathlessly. He reached out to run his hands over her body, driven wild by her curves and smooth skin. The trust and innocence in her face filled him with hunger. His eyes drifted down to her creamy breasts that were complemented so perfectly by the necklace he had chosen for her. He couldn’t resist the temptation to push her down so that he could climb back on top of her. He took her erect pink nipple into his mouth and suckled on it with need.

  “Tyler! God,” she cried out, “that feels amazing. Mmm.” She writhed underneath his body and reached up to grasp his shoulders. She loved the weight of his body on top of her. His tongue darting across his breast sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body and she couldn’t help bucking her hips against his growing erection. She was eager to have him inside of her again as soon as possible.

  He stopped his ravishing of her body for a moment and pulled away. The emptiness and cold air caused her lips to press together in a sultry pout. “Don’t tease me, tiger.”

  “Have a little patience,” he said with a sly grin painted on his face. He reached out his hand to her. “Come with me.”

  “But I’m comfortable right here,” she said, her pout growing more pronounced. Her hands idly brushed across her breasts and her fingers grazed the metal of the necklace. She smiled and had a moment of feeling like she would follow the gorgeous man in front of her to the ends of the Earth.

  “I want to make love to you under the ocean stars.” His eyes stared down at her naked form with a burning passion that could melt the toughest of protests.

  She pretended to think about it longer than she needed to. Of course she would go with him. She was getting addicted to these dizzying emotions and wanted to see how far it would go. He made her feel wanted in a way she had never felt before. She also felt special, knowing that he did not kiss many women or open up to them like this. The more time they spent together, the more intrigued she became. She was beginning to wish that she never had to leave the Bahamas and return to her real life, because she couldn’t imagine living without the thrill of his touch. “Alright, tiger, but it better be amazing for making me get up.”

  “It will be, trust me,” he said as he helped her up from the bed. He didn’t bother getting dressed, but he did reach down into his pants to rummage through his pockets for a moment.

  “What are you looking for?” she asked curiously.

  He stood up and put his arms behind his back to hide whatever object he had retrieved. “I told you I had another surprise in my pants,” he said cryptically.

  She smiled and shook her head, but didn’t press it further. She was beginning to trust him, especially in the realm of sex. He made her body come alive in ways she couldn’t even imagine were possible, and she would gladly submit herself to more of his sexual adventures. The two of them walked quickly through the wooden halls of the yacht until they reached the open deck. They were assailed by the salty and fresh sea air that caressed the luxury yacht. It was divine to breathe deeply; the scent and taste sent thrills through both of their bodies.

  Tyler guided Nicole over to the comfortable lounge chairs on the deck. She would have grown angry at the reminder of having been made to wait for hours on these chairs earlier, but with the shimmering starry sky above, it was hard to hold a grudge.

  “Kneel down,” Tyler whispered to her.

  She stared at him suspiciously. “Why?”

  A broad smile touched his face as he moved his hands from behind his back to reveal a small, stylish bottle of lube. Her brow arched at the sight and she found herself holding her breath at the implication.

  “Tyler?” she said questioningly, as her mouth grew very dry. “Is that...”

  “Liquid assistance,” he responded with a mischievous glint in his eye.

  Nicole felt a thrill of excitement run through her stomach. “Oh, my,” she said in a flirtatious way. “For what purpose, I wonder?” She innocently placed a finger on her bottom lip in a gesture of naiveté.

  “Didn’t you know?” Tyler asked as he slipped his hand around her body. “I’m an ass man.”

  Chapter Eight

  Nicole felt a shiver of anticipation as his hand squeezed her ass possessively. He touched her like he owned every part of her body. Tyl
er moved closer, leaning down to kiss her neck.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked quietly.

  Her body trembled at the intensity of his words. “No,” she responded softly, “but I’ve always been curious.” A little nervous laughter bubbled up in her throat. “I think I might need another drink for that.”

  His lips curled into a roguish smile as he kissed her brow. “I’ll be right back,” he told her in a low voice. “Keep that fine ass ready for me.” He smacked her lightly on the bottom before turning to leave.

  Nicole stood there breathlessly for a moment, her mind reeling. She couldn’t believe what she had just agreed to, and she wondered if she trusted Tyler enough to make the experience pleasurable. She had tried this with a few dumb college boys, but they had been rough and hurt her before they even managed to get inside. Those memories left her anxious.

  She moved to the edge of the boat and leaned over the railing as her gaze peered out to the open ocean. The soft breeze felt good against her naked breasts; she felt free and relaxed out on the water. There were a couple of boats floating in the distance and the quiet sound of music could be heard carried over the waves. One particular boat caught her eye as the yacht drifted slowly. It was a smaller vessel that she wouldn’t have been able to notice at all if not for the light from the moon shining directly onto it, creating a dark silhouette. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out the faraway figures on the boat.

  “Your drink is served,” Tyler said from behind her, pressing the cool glass against her naked lower back.

  Her body arched slightly at the sensation, and she forgot all about the shadowy boat. She immediately turned to take the beverage from his hands. “Thanks,” she whispered before lifting it to her lips to pour its contents down her throat.

  “Whoa,” Tyler said in surprise. “Are you a little on edge, love?”

  “I’m better now,” she said, wiping her lips.