Page 90 of Wicked Dares
“Levi, this is crazy.”
“Come aboard.” He grins, then backs away until he disappears from view.
“Levi!” I call after him, but he ignores me.
God, this man.
He wants me to climb onboard, doesn’t he?
I stand there for a second, tapping my foot against the dock.
“Setting sail in one minute!” he calls out.
“Levi!”
No answer.
Damn him.
I groan under my breath.
He’s unbelievable.
Another few seconds pass while the yacht rocks gently against the dock and Levi makes absolutely no effort to come back for me.
God forbid the man should lose a single argument.
“Fine!” I shout toward the boat. “You’re so annoying.”
A laugh drifts back from somewhere above me.
Muttering to myself, I step onto the yacht, gripping the railing. I’ve only ever been on a few boats in my life, and the experience wasn’t that great.
The worst was when Uncle Rob took me fishing and I fell overboard, right into a school of pike. The moment I’m onboard, movement erupts around me.
There’s the sharp clink of metal followed by the low hum of the engine.
Then the yacht slowly pulls away from the dock.
My eyes widen.
“Levi!”
“You made it with seconds to spare, Butterfly,” he calls back casually from the helm.
I stare at him. “You tricked me.”
He walks toward me and tips his head. “No, ma’am, there’s no trickery here. You wanted to talk to me, so this is how we’re going to talk.”
I glance back toward the shoreline as it drifts farther away, the sails catching the wind. Within seconds, the yacht glides smoothly across the water, and suddenly, I’m sailing, too.
I look back at my wicked devil and pretend to pout. “This definitely feels like a trick to me, but whatever. I still can’t stay with you.”
“Like I said, yes, you can. And don’t even think about going back to that dump of an apartment. I’m having the rest of your things delivered today.”
“Levi.”
“Piper.” He copies my tone, even the squeaky part.
