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By the time Luciano had stepped into the compartment, I had made it into the closet. My heart pounded, and I trembled with nerves. How was I going to explain this one? Declan would kick me off the boat for sure. Maybe I was the next one to get thrown overboard.

"I don't like that girl," Sophia said.

"Relax, she's harmless."

"She's not harmless. She's calculating.”

"I think she's sweet.”

"You just want to fuck her.”

"But I only have eyes for you, my dear.”

Sophia scoffed. She knew better.

Luciano kissed her, then said, “Did you open a window?”

“No. I don’t know.”

He moved to the portlight and closed it.

"I’m bored,” Sophia said. “When can we get off this fucking boat?”

"Surely you can find something to occupy yourself with.”

"Are you going to do the deal with Declan, or aren't you?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet,” Luciano said, returning to her.

"What's there to debate?”

"How about you let me handle the business side of things, and you handle the pleasure?”

It sounded like Luciano wanted to get frisky. Sophia didn't sound as enthused. But eventually she acquiesced. It wasn't long before the mattress started squeaking. Grunts and groans bounced off the bulkheads. Luciano went at it pretty good, but by my count, it was over in under 10 minutes.

Luciano rolled over and started snoring.

Sophia climbed out of bed and stepped into the en suite. She pulled the door shut, and a moment later twisted a faucet. The shower head blasted water against the tile.

Now was my opportunity.

I poked a cautious head out of the closet and scanned the compartment.

Luciano was out cold.

The en suite door was closed.

The shower raged.

I stepped out of the closet, hurried across the deck, and rounded the bed.

Luciano stirred and rolled onto his side, facing the door.

"Hey, babe?" Sophia shouted from the en suite. "Can you bring my robe?”

I froze, then dropped to the floor at the foot of the bed as Luciano peeled open a sleepy eye.