Free Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) by Ana Meadows Page A

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    Everything was still and silent, but for the small tinkling of a set of tiny wind chimes hanging on the lower deck. The yacht was spectacularly appointed, with a bar and eating area. She climbed the stairs to the upper deck to find the captain’s quarters, the pool and hot tub, and another small bar. Alice dipped her hand in the pool. The water was warm and inviting, the sun hot on her skin, and the balmy breeze blew off the harbor. It was too inviting to not take advantage of. She walked to the rail and scanned the nearly deserted harbor and dock once more, and seeing no one paying attention to her, she slipped off her skirt and tee shirt and lowered herself into the pool in her scanty underpants and bra.
     
    The water was so fine on her skin. She swam a couple of short laps, slowly, letting the warm liquid caress her hot skin. Then throwing caution to the wind, Alice removed her bra and panties and floated naked in the pool, the tips of her nipples rising to meet the sun. She imagined owning the yacht, or better yet, being the wife of the owner of the yacht, not having a care in the world, not worrying about money, or work or school, just floating in this pool, sailing from harbor to harbor, entertaining their friends. It was a delicious thought.
     
    It was early; only about eleven a.m. and Alice figured whoever owned the yacht was probably a nine-to-fiver and she could have this beauty to herself most of the day. She climbed out of the pool and walked to the well-stocked bar, poured herself a Chivas neat and headed below to find the bath. She was going to take a luxurious soak, then lie naked on the top deck and get some sun. It was turning out to be a red-letter day.
     
    She made her way down the hall below deck, passing a couple of small suites, all nicely furnished. There was a small sitting area with a gas fireplace, lush carpeting and deep leather chairs. She tiptoed in, enjoying the feeling of the expensive carpeting on her feet. What a way to live! She wandered to the window and glanced out toward the dock. Two men in white uniforms were walking toward the yacht. A third in white cotton pants and white tee shirt followed behind, carrying several tote bags. Alice’s stomach clenched. They couldn’t be headed for the yacht, could they? She looked down at her naked body. She’d left her clothing top deck by the pool!
     
    She watched as they passed all the other vessels, almost definitely headed for the yacht. She backed away from the window and had made it to the hall when she heard them climb aboard. At the end of the hall, she ducked into a large bathroom. There was a maid’s uniform hanging on the back of the door- a very tiny maid’s uniform at that. Alice snatched it down from the hook and zipped herself into the short black dress, quickly tying the white apron around her waist and tousseling her damp, red hair. She glanced in the mirror in distress. Her hair was so wet- it looked ridiculous! She quietly began pulling drawers open on the vanity. In the bottom of one drawer were a few hair pins. Alice wound her hair into a rough chignon and pinned it in place.
     
    Upstairs she could hear the men walking around and then, unbelievably, the sound of the ship’s engine starting. What now? She glanced in the mirror. She looked passable as the maid- she was just going to have to make the best of it. She looked toward the hall door. She didn’t feel quite ready to face those men just yet. She would hide out for a while longer and get her story straight. There was another door on the opposite side of the bathroom, probably opening into a bedroom, she figured, the master suite. She put her hand on the knob and slowly opened the door, peeking through as she did.
     
    On the bed, a man was sleeping. Alice sucked in her breath. He’d been on the ship all along! His chest rose and fell as he slept, and a fine chest it was, too. He was classically handsome, with a Roman nose, deeply tanned skin, a fine