Frayed (Torn #2)(40)

“Meester Cole, I’m Katarina. It’s good pleasuuure to meetz youu,” the brunette, green-eyed purred at Meester Bass.

When Bass shook her hand, though he was polite, I still caught his eye check her out. So, not cool, dude.

Was the bitch blind? Emma was right next to Bass. I could tell she was boiling rockets, but refrained herself from busting out something. She wouldn’t embarrass Bass like that. Although, I wanted to pull the other woman’s hair out. She was exotic with an accent. It was a big red alert. The other hot two introduced themselves as Sonia and Bridgette. Sonia, on the other hand, threw shy glances at Taylor.

Once we were led towards the salon, I caught up with Taylor and threw him a glance. “Cute brunette on board.”

“I didn’t know you swung the other way, is this a warning that I’ll be in a battle for your attention?” Taylor pulled me next to him and kissed my forehead.

I folded my arms and raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I eat pseudo raw, fishy squishy to you?”

Lindsey leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You know you once did it, babe.”

All five sets of eyes spun around to watch my reaction. I’m sure the men were interested in the damn subject. “Hey! No fair. It was spin the bottle back in my senior year in high school. Bleeh, I didn’t even like it. Shit’s nasty man.”

“I would’ve loved to have seen that!” Taylor said laughing, followed by the other four murmuring the same sentiments.

Whatever, we all did a lot of stupid stuff back in the day, so I wasn’t perturbed about their sparked interest about that particular subject.

We were all in the cream and mahogany salon eating brunch. The U-shaped all-around glass windows overlooked the beautiful Aegean Sea. In the other half of the room, the glass doors were wide open and the salty breeze wafted through, giving a nice, calm presence as we ate our meal.

Since there were five bedrooms, Emma and Bass took one, Dimitris, Lindsey, Taylor and me all had our own respective rooms. When I entered mine, I was shocked to find that the room was surrounded with twelve by twelve mirrors. Well, whoever designed this room was a total horndog. Like the color theme from the salon, this one was cream and mahogany with hints of nautical blue.

“Captain said we’re nearing Koufonisia. Who wants to go snorkeling or kayaking with me?” Bass yelled through the hallway outside our doors forty-five minutes later.

“Not me, I just want to relax,” I called out. I’d rather enjoy the view of the island and the sea from the yacht, thank you. Last night’s orgasmic events took a large toll on my body. Though sexually satiated, my body needed rest and I was more than happy to oblige that physical need.

The boys went kayaking and Lindsey was adamant about getting tanned, but she wanted to do it upfront on the deck—with the male crew about.

“You know Dimitris will not be pleased with that right? He’s Greek and them fellas are possessive with their ladylove.” I peered at her as we all took towels from the towel basket.

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not anyone’s woman. Who cares if he’s Greek? Greek or not, some men are just possessive. Let’s test this theory with Mister Bass Cole himself when he gets back. I can just see the dude blowing a gasket.” Lindsey was now speaking to Emma as we started to walk towards the front deck.

Emma groaned with annoyance. “I don’t care. Don’t pretend you two didn’t see that lingering onceover he gave Katarina. I confronted him about it. It’s petty, but hell jealousy totally sucks. He basically told me it was a natural reaction and I shouldn’t think any more of it. Bass is not the kind that cheats, I know that. It just sucks because I don’t have the right to be jealous, really. It’s not like we’re officially together or anything.”

Say what? “Uh, dude. What are you talking about? You and Bass are so on.” I immediately spouted out.

Lindsey stopped walking and spun around with a big frown on her face. “Not officially together? What the hell are you guys? f*uk buddies? Cause it sure doesn’t look like that to me.”

Emma bit her lip, her indicator when she was confused or not sure about something. “We started all of this with an agreement. We’re exclusive here in Greece and until we’re done filming, but we haven’t really spoken about any of it. It’s fine. I mean we still have a couple more months to go until the real world.”

If she was trying to convince herself, then she had a long way to go. Emma was obviously bothered by it, but she hadn’t brought the subject up to Bass. I wondered why. More importantly, I wondered if Carter had to do with her staying mum on the subject.

“You and Bass will be good, don’t worry. He’s crazy about you, Boo. Now come on, let’s get some sun and get drunk.” Lindsey gave her a bright smile before dragging us both to the deck.

After we climbed the short steps, the large, white polished expanse of the spot made the perfect location to sunbathe. “Sweet. I can actually see the guys from here.” I looked out onto the sea. The red kayaks looked like small dots from the deck.

“Will you stop checking out your stud muffin and lay out your towel already?” Lindsey yelled from behind me. “We get that you got laid woman, but being cock-struck is so not you.”

Emma laughed and smacked Lindsey’s ass with her bunched towel. “Oh, shut up, look who’s talking. I knocked on your door earlier, but you were too busy in the bathroom. I’m sure you spent more time scrubbing the tiles with your back than washing the dirt away.”