Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
The waitress appears with a bottle of wine I selected from the cellar when I was getting everything ready earlier. I chose it while Maya was getting ready with the stylist at The Aurelia.
“Domaine de la Romanée-Conti,” she says as she holds out the bottle. “From Burgundy, France. Nineteen thirty-six.”
“Sounds delicious,” I say as I straighten up in my seat.
The waitress opens the bottle and pours a little into my glass for the testing. I love it, but I hope it’s okay for Maya. At sixty-two thousand dollars a bottle, I hope she likes it.
I nod to the waitress and she pours us each a glass before leaving.
“Did she say nineteen thirty-six?” Maya whispers, leaning over the table and giving me a glimpse of that spellbinding cleavage. “Like the year?”
I smile and nod. “Yes, nineteen thirty-six the year. Do you like fine wine?”
“A fine wine for me is one that costs nineteen dollars and thirty-six cents. I’ve never had anything like this before.”
“Well, drink up,” I say as I raise my glass. “It’s another first of many firsts tonight. Cheers.”
We clink glasses and I watch as she takes a sip. Her eyes fall closed as she savors the smooth dry wine.
“I could get used to this,” she says with rosy cheeks.
“Good, because I have a case of it in my cellar downstairs.”
“You have a cellar?” she says, her face dropping in shock. “On this yacht?”
“We have everything on this yacht.”
She smiles as she looks around like she’s seeing it all for the first time again. “What is she called?”
“The yacht?”
“Yeah, what did you name her?”
“What would you have named her?”
She thinks about it and grins. “Probably something ridiculous like Yachty McYachtface.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Where were you when I was picking names? That’s certainly memorable.”
She does a little bow as she grins at me. “So, what did you call her?”
“Eterna.”
“Eterna?” she says, tilting her head. “Is that the name of an ex-girlfriend? Or… a current girlfriend?”
“No,” I say a little too fiercely. “There’s no one else, Maya. No one has ever made me feel even close to what you make me feel. Eterna is Italian for eternal or unfading. I was in Italy when I bought the yacht and… I don’t know, it just felt right. I honestly don’t know why I chose it, but it’s all starting to make sense now.”
Our eyes are locked on one another as the yacht gently sways under us and the stars shine over our heads.
Eterna is what I would call this moment. Eternal. Unfading. Forever.
“I like it,” she says as she reaches across the table and puts her hand on mine. “It’s a good choice.”
She turns to gaze out at the ocean and then gasps.
“What is it?” I ask as she leaps up from the table and rushes over to the railing. I’m right there beside her, heart pumping and grabbing her arm so she doesn’t fall over.
“Dolphins,” she says, pointing at the water. “Look!”
A pod of dolphins are swimming alongside the boat. They get closer, leaping in and out of the water as Maya watches in awe.
After a moment, I turn my attention onto her, watching her take in the sight with tears in her eyes and a smile of disbelief on her face.
She presses a hand to her chest like she’s afraid her heart might burst right out of it. “They’re beautiful,” she whispers.
“Stunning,” I say, but I’m not looking at the dolphins. I’m admiring my future wife.
“Did you plan this?” she asks, grinning at me. “Did you hire these dolphins too? Are they employees of yours?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say, taking her in my arms. “They work on a strict freelance basis.”
She stands on her toes, kisses the bottom of my chin, and then sinks into my arms as she watches the dolphins swim alongside us.
After a while, they either lose interest or can’t keep up and disappear under the water, so we head back to the table and have our amazing dinner—pan-seared snapper with saffron risotto and a drizzle of coconut cream prepared by the best chef on the island.
Maya keeps making these sexy moans while she eats and I’m glad we’re seated because I’m rock hard from watching her luscious lips chewing. I keep remembering how those plump pink lips felt wrapped around my cock and I want to experience it again.
When we’re on our dessert—a delicious mango crème brûlée—and our Brazilian coffees with whipped cream, she starts peppering me with rapid-fire questions. It’s Maya’s idea. She says she wants to know everything about me. Every weird and random detail.
Her eyes are a little glossy from the wine and she has a permanent smile on her face as she scoops up a dollop of whipped cream with her finger and puts it to her lips as she watches me. My jacket is draped over her shoulders and she looks so perfectly mine.