Chapter Ten

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Finding a quiet area on a higher level on the yacht, away from the spa and pool, where the others used mostly, she flicked out a towel onto a daybed. Releasing the tie around the skirt, she stretched out on the daybed to get some sun to help in recovery. A good reason to get away from the others. Shifting onto her stomach, burying her face into crossed arms. Josh's words whirling around in her head. She couldn't believe he would deliberately go out of his way to hurt her. What did he mean she got a reaction? She didn't kiss him, never would. Zaid was so angry at her. Although he was seeing to her needs, he was keeping his distance, probably for best. Except for the bath. Her toes curled in memory, and then nothing. Next week she was back at his side as his gofer girl. That's all she ever was, and would ever be. Christine proved that, because she worked by herself all the time.

Sighing, she buried her face deeper into her arms as she fought off more tears. She couldn't stop crying. The accident had knocked her around, and her confidence though had no-one to blame, but herself. She should've been more watchful of what she had been doing. That poor driver, who had came to the hospital to make sure she was alright, filled with guilt. No charges had been laid, because it wasn't his fault and his quick reaction probably saved her life. Then again the police had said it had been an intersection, so going slow also helped. No matter what it had been superficial, and she had been at fault. With another sigh, she turned to her cheek, the good one to look across the crystal blue seas that sparkled under the golden, shining, bright morning sun like diamonds.

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice asked. She didn't have to look at the man, who settled at her side to know who it was.

She closed her eyes. "Getting the sun as ordered."

"How long?" Zaid asked.

"Just now."

"Suncream?" She shook her head. Didn't care. He reached to the suncream that was always left there on a beside table to remove, and squeezed some into his hands to apply to her back where the one piece allowed. "You look like a capsicum." He stated about her starting to go from black and blue to yellow on one side of her body. "Well one side."

She couldn't help laughing. "Roasted," she added by her deep dark purple one piece bathers. His hands went down her arms, melting her insides as usual.

His breath warm against her cheek. "The question is what are we going to do about Josh. I know he's your friend," he allowed.

"Business, that's all. Go with him. Isn't he the best?"

"What about us?"

She turned her face to the other side. "It's only business. Whoever you go with is fine with me."

"Not if he comes between us," he growled.

She closed her eyes. "He's just my brother's best friend."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Fine, then we'd go with Josh, he is the best, after all."

There was pause then he asked. "If you're happy with that?" Taking her by surprise, twisting around to face him to find him bare-chested, only wearing black, short-style bathers showing off his fabulous toned physique.

"Of course I am," she smiled, suddenly feeling very hot. "Planning on swimming Zaid?' she teased.

"You did say you wanted me out of my shirt, and suit," he noted.

She grinned at the sight of him. "With good reason, looking hot boss."

He leaned in closer, eyes meshing. "Tell me you didn't encourage him," he whispered.

"I didn't."

"Not even to find out?" She shook her head. "So you're over him?" She nodded. He nodded. It was done. Over. Finished. That's what she loved about him. She turned fully onto her back under his hovering form, but felt this need to explain.

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