Waking Up with the Boss

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by Sheri WhiteFeather


  “Do you still have it?”

  “Yes. I saved all of my old quilts.” She had them tucked away in her room. They were an important part of her childhood, of her heart, of the person she’d become. “Do you still think I’m broken?”

  “Yes, but in a really sweet way.” He sent her a teasing smile, even if he was still watching her just as closely as before.

  “Okay, Mr. Juvenile Delinquent.” She reached into the sand, dug around and found a shell, intending to throw it at him. But she held on to it instead, thinking how pretty it was. “You and your stolen jewelry.”

  “Thank goodness I got caught, huh? Or I might have become a cat burglar instead of the privileged playboy that I am today.”

  Privileged indeed. He’d carved out quite a life for himself. “Someday my dreams are going to come true, too.”

  His expression changed, his smile fading, his tone much more serious. “For a big white wedding?”

  She glanced at the shell. She was still holding it, the chevron shape fitting delicately into her hand. “I want a family. I always have.”

  “Just be happy, no matter what you do.”

  “I will.” She placed the shell in the mermaid’s hair, using it as decoration.

  “That looks nice,” Jake said. “Should we collect more of those?”

  Carol nodded, and they both sifted through the sand, together yet somehow still alone.

  * * *

  At dusk the guests had dinner on the beach, prepared by the chef and his team. Although vegetable skewers and salads were available, the main dish was a seafood boil, lightly seasoned and served with a traditional tartar sauce or a spicy salsa, if you preferred your food with a bit of a kick.

  Tons of fires had been built, either for large groups of people who wanted to socialize or for couples who preferred to be by themselves, which was what Jake and Carol had chosen.

  While they ate, they sat on a big fluffy blanket at their own cozy little fire. He couldn’t think of a nicer way to spend the evening, especially with how mesmerized Carol seemed.

  “Look how enchanted everything is,” she said, gazing out into the distance.

  He followed her line of sight. The completed sandcastle had been decorated with hundreds of candles, creating an otherworldly effect. The majestic architecture presented soaring pillars, domed archways and flying buttresses. The detail was magnificent, even from across the beach.

  She spoke softly, reverently. “I can see our mermaid from here.”

  “I see her, too.” Their sculpture was surrounded by twinkling lights.

  “I feel so protective of her. The way she’s beckoning the sea with her beauty.”

  Jake turned to look at Carol, impressed with how beautiful she was, too. She wore a shiny mesh cover-up over her bikini, and her hair was pinned loosely on top of her head, a few silky strands falling about her face. “Don’t worry. She can handle her own.”

  “Not when the tide comes in. Everything will be gone then.”

  “That’s part of the magic. Nothing is supposed to last forever.”

  “Like this weekend?” she asked with a faraway sound in her voice.

  “Yes, like this trip.” As he admired Carol’s profile, he realized that he’d neglected to share an important part of his past with her. “You’re never going to believe what I forgot to tell you.”

  “What?” she asked, finally turning toward him.

  “The Choctaw mermaid legend.” Of all things to forget, he thought, after they’d spent half the day making one.

  She shifted on the blanket, like an eager child settling in for a ghost story, her food half-eaten. “You can tell me now.”

  Jake collected his thoughts, recalling the story as it had been told to him. “They’re called ‘white people of the water’ because they have pale, trout-like skin. They live in the bayou, in the deepest part of the water. But where it’s clear, too. They aren’t murky creatures.”

  Firelight shone in her eyes. “Are they beautiful, like our mermaid?”

  “I don’t know, exactly. But I’d like to think that they are. Thing is, though, that if you accidentally fall into the water, they’ll capture you and take you to their world.” He paused for effect. “And if you’re there for more than three days, you can never return to land again.”

  “Why?” she asked, prodding him to finish the tale.

  “Because they’ll turn you into what they are, and you’ll live in the water, becoming one of them.”

  She sighed, a bit dreamily. “Wouldn’t it be cool if they were real, if you could really be transformed?”

  “I went to Louisiana once with my parents, and when we visited the bayou, where my dad’s ancestors were originally from, I kept wondering if the mermaids were there, watching us from below the water.”

  “I’ll bet they were.”

  “I would’ve had to fall into the water to know for sure.”

  She moved closer to him. “I’m glad that you didn’t or you wouldn’t be here with me now.”

  He moved closer, as well. “Then I’m glad, too.”

  In the next bout of silence, they gazed at each other as if they were the only two people on the island. At the moment, that was how it felt.

  They finished their food, taking their final bites and putting their plates aside. For dessert, the guests would be making their own s’mores, and Jake was looking forward to watching Carol lick the chocolate and marshmallow off her lips.

  “I think we should give her a name,” she said.

  “What?” He didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. He was still thinking about her lips.

  “The mermaid,” she told him. “The one we made. She needs an identity before she gets washed away. Just to make her seem more real.”

  “Then you can choose one.”

  “It should probably be a French name since this area has so many French influences.” She turned her attention to the sea. “Do you know how to say ocean in French?”

  “It’s océan.” He pronounced it o-say-AHN. To the best of his knowledge, that was right. He wasn’t an expert on the language, but he’d dated a French actress for a few whirlwind months. “I think that’s actually a woman’s name, too.”

  “Then it’s perfect. She’ll be Océan.”

  He smiled. “It definitely works.”

  “Yes, it does. When she’s washed into the sea, she’ll be dissolving into her name.”

  “What’s the origin of your name?” This woman who was fueling his fantasies, he thought. His temporary lover.

  “It’s a song or a hymn.”

  “Oh, of course. That makes sense.” He analyzed his own name. “Jacob means supplanter because, in the Bible, Jacob was born holding his twin brother’s heel.”

  “I’ve never heard of that word.”

  “A supplanter takes the place of someone or something else.”

  “Really? Hmm. Who are you taking over for?”

  “How about the kinds of guys you normally date?” He touched her cheek, skimming his finger across her skin.

  Her breathing grew quiet. “That’s a clever analogy. With how different you are from them.”

  He thought about how she sewed pieces of material together to document her life. “Are you going to make a quilt to mark this weekend?”

  Her lashes fluttered. “Do you think I should?”

  He nodded. “You can use fabrics with beachy things on them. An island, a mermaid, a sandcastle.”

  “What should I use to represent us?” she asked.

  He trailed his hand down, following the line of her collarbone. “You could steal the sheets off my bed and cut them into little squares.”

  “Jake.” She admonished him, but she shivered from his touch, too. “I
’ll figure something else out.”

  “Does that mean you’re going to make the quilt?”

  “I don’t know.” She seemed to be considering the idea, contemplating the design. “Maybe.”

  “You could give it to me as a gift.”

  “Really? You’d want it?”

  “Sure.” He toyed with the mesh on her cover-up, poking at the holes. “It can be a part of our secret after we get home. Something for us to remember being together.”

  She leaned toward him. “Wouldn’t it be better for us to try to forget?”

  In lieu of a response, he kissed her. For now, he didn’t want to forget. She reacted favorably, her lips warm and pliable against his. After they separated, they sat back to watch the fire.

  Jake glanced over and saw that the ingredients for the s’mores were being passed around. “Are you ready for dessert?”

  She nodded, and soon they were engaged in making the sticky treats. He took the liberty of watching her eat hers, just as he’d wanted to do.

  “Everyone is supposed to go crabbing later,” he said. “If they want to,” he added. No one had to do anything that didn’t appeal to them.

  “Tonight?” She didn’t just lick the goo from her lips. She licked it from her fingers, too. “I thought we’d be doing that tomorrow morning on a boat.”

  “No. This is a nighttime activity. They’re giant land crabs, so we’ll be searching for them, going into the brush, along the inland trails, armed with flashlights. But we have to be quick and quiet, so we’ll be splitting into separate groups once everyone gets the gist of it. So, do you want to join in?”

  She nodded. “I’ll give it a try. But it sounds sort of scary, being out there in the dark.”

  “I promise I’ll protect you.” He watched while she made herself another s’more. “We’ll have to put on some warmer clothes. They’ll be giving us gloves and buckets and whatever else we’ll need. The caretakers of the house are going to be our guides.”

  “That’s good.” She focused on her task, placing her marshmallows just so. “But I’m going to stay close to you, for sure.”

  “That’s not a problem.” He wanted to keep her as close as possible. “I don’t know how many we’ll catch, but the island is supposed to be filled with them this time of year. The chef is going to incorporate our catch into the breakfast menu.”

  “I wish tomorrow wasn’t our last day.”

  “Me, too.” They would be flying out, just before sunset, and going back to their regular lives. But for now, they were still here, immersed in the romance that had become their affair.

  Eight

  This was it, Carol thought as she stood on her veranda, breathing in the tropical air. Soon, she and Jake would be leaving the Caribbean.

  Already feeling nostalgic, she smiled, remembering last night’s crabbing expedition. She’d squealed like a child when she’d nabbed her first giant blue crustacean. Jake had been right by her side, as promised, making the experience sweet and fun and romantic. Nonetheless, hunting and gathering wasn’t her forte.

  Eating was, though. She’d enjoyed the crab-stuffed crepes they’d had for breakfast. For lunch, they’d had French cuisine, served in the dining room, where everyone had gathered for their final meal, talking and laughing, before they’d parted ways.

  Some guests were already gone by now and others, like Carol and Jake, were preparing to depart.

  She returned to her room, where her suitcase sat, carefully packed. After Jake finished jamming his belongings into his, they would head out for the helipad. When they got to the other island where they’d originally landed, they would board the jet that would take them home.

  She checked on Jake to see how he was coming along and found him looking as handsome as ever, dressed in blue jeans and a loose cotton shirt, with a shiny packet in his hand.

  Carol gaped at him. “Where you did get that?” As far as she knew, they’d used the final condom last night, after they’d come back from crabbing and climbed in the tub together, taking a long sensual bath.

  “It was in my luggage, but in a different compartment from where I usually keep them. It was lodged in the corner, so the edges are bent. But other than that...”

  She caught her breath. “Do we have time to use it?”

  “We’ll make time.” With lightning speed, he swept her into his arms. They kissed like crazy, tongue-to-tongue, instantly hungry for the forbidden taste of each other.

  He backed her against a nightstand, and she opened his zipper and pushed her hand inside. His eyes went glassy as he pressed into her palm, letting her feel him up.

  After a few anxious heartbeats, he went after her, lifting the hem of her soft summer dress and removing her panties. In the next frantic second, he shoved his jeans down and donned the protection.

  Carol sat on the edge of the nightstand, and as he thrust into her, she locked her legs around him, pulling him closer.

  “I like that you don’t wear underwear,” she told him.

  “You should stop wearing it, too.”

  She couldn’t fathom it, not in her daily life. “I’m too proper for that.”

  He nipped at her chin with his teeth, gently, wildly. “Yes, you should see how proper you look right now, with your dress hiked up around your hips.”

  Her bottom was getting sore from the friction of the wood beneath her, but she didn’t care. “I couldn’t find my panties on that first morning-after.” But later she’d uncovered them, on the floor, with Jake’s discarded clothes. Or more precisely, his pants, since that was the only thing he’d been wearing.

  He pushed deeper, harder. “I should have kept them as a memento.”

  “So I could sew them into the quilt?”

  He didn’t stop the driving rhythm, not for an instant. “Patchwork panties. That works for me.”

  She still hadn’t decided if she was going to make him a quilt. For now, all that mattered was being with him one more time.

  He kissed her again, making the back of her throat hum. With her arms looped around his neck, she dug her nails into his shirt and arched her body toward his, taking as much of him as he was willing give.

  Jake gave her everything. Rough and fast. Hot and sexy. Dark flashes of pleasure zinged through her blood. She closed her eyes, wanting this desperate moment to last forever, yet knowing it couldn’t.

  He used his fingers, rubbing her, intensifying the sensation. She was spiraling into sexual oblivion, lost in the fury. He ravished her relentlessly, lifting her into a fiery abyss.

  Carol came in a burst of heat, in a sea of molten wetness. The air was thick, her breaths choppy.

  He emitted a gritty groan, and all she could think was how beautiful he was, how powerfully male. His climax exploded just seconds after hers, expelling energy and lust.

  She untangled her legs from around his waist, and he put his forehead against hers. In the aftermath, she clung to the feeling, her heart beating a crazy cadence.

  When they separated, she wanted to pull him back into her arms. But she knew that wouldn’t change anything. So she let him go.

  While he went into the bathroom to clean up, she made a beeline to her own bathroom, grabbing her panties along the way. This time, she wasn’t going to lose them in the shuffle.

  Carol returned with her dress smooth and tidy, her underwear in place. Jake came back with his shirt tucked in and his fly neatly zipped.

  Fighting a bout of sadness, she glanced down at her feet. She was wearing sandals decorated with little sparkling gems. The other jewels, the real ones Jake had given her, were packed. She didn’t know if she would ever put them on again.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  She looked up at him. “To go home and act as if nothing happened?”

  He no
dded.

  She searched his gaze, but all she saw, all she felt, were her own scattered emotions staring back at her. “I think I will make you a quilt, with all of the Caribbean trimmings.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yes.” She wanted Jake to remember that she’d once been his lover, even years from now, when she was happily married to someone else. “Just so you’ll have it.”

  “Thanks. But we better go now.” He took charge of the luggage, his and hers. “Should we ask the caretakers for a ride to the helipad or do you want to walk?”

  “We can walk.” It was a paved path, with stairs leading to the raised platform. “But I’d like to go the beach first, to the area where the sandcastle was. Or might still be.” Even if it was in ruins, she wanted to see the remnants.

  “Okay.” He agreed to take her there.

  They went downstairs, left their suitcases on the front porch and ventured onto the beach. But there was nothing to see. Everything was gone, including their beloved mermaid.

  “We’re too late,” he said.

  “Did the candles get washed away, too?” she asked, trying not to feel empty inside.

  “I think someone removed them. I doubt Lena would have allowed them to pollute the ocean.”

  “That’s good.” Carol turned to look at him as a salty breeze skimmed the shore. “It’s so quiet.”

  He captured a strand of her billowing hair. “Lena told me at lunch that she really likes you.”

  Carol leaned closer. “I like her, too.” She’d gotten to know the pop star a little better. During the course of the weekend, they’d chatted here and there. But mostly Lena just smiled whenever she saw Jake and Carol together, saluting Carol for taking a sexy chance on him.

  He released her hair, sliding it through his fingers. “And you were worried about fitting in with my friends.”

  “But I misbehaved like them instead?”

  “Much to my pleasure.” He kissed her, soft and slow, surrounded by the tropical paradise that helped inspire their affair.

  Their last kiss, she thought. Their last moment. She slipped her arms around him, holding him as if it was never going to end. Only, they both knew it was coming to a close.

 

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