Imogen didn't know what to make of Ethan's blatant flirting. The way Ethan was coming on to her suggested he wanted a deeper relationship, or at least a physical one. She didn't know if she could handle either.
The soliticious hand on her back guiding her towards the glass doors burned her. The gentle breath wafting over her hair as he explained the features of the boat fogged her brain. The hand that helped her onto the boat, thumb caressing, the hold lingering, made her quiver.
'Want to stow your things downstairs?'
The answer was obviously a given when, not relinquishing his hold, he gently pulled her down the steps after him careful not to pull too hard. The cooler bag was placed on the kitchenette bench.
'You can lie on the bed, er, lay your things on the bed. What do you think of the bed…boat?' On lord watch it Holt, your mouth is starting to speak on behalf of your libido.
'Nice.'
'Nice! I spend $170,000 on a boat and you say it's nice!'
Good one, Ethan, scolded himself. Since when had he tried to impress a woman with the size of his wallet?
'It's beautiful Ethan.' The amused look in her eyes seemed to say his buying capacity didn't cut it with her any way. The blush though was adorable.
Ethan then opened and closed everything that could be open and closed showing how clever design made full use of the available space. All the while he held onto her hand. Imogen wryly noted that they had finished up next to the bed. Thankfully by then so had Chloe.
'Want to try out the bed…Chloe?' While the offer was directed at his daughter Imogen noted that his eyes asked the question of her. Or had she imagined it? Surely he couldn't be making a pass at her in the presence of his daughter? Or could he?
Anyway a powerful property tycoon couldn't afford to get tangled up with a mystery woman. Though maybe the only tangling he wanted was of the physical kind, Imogen thought, as she eyed the bed, easily untangled in the end. Pity her feelings were already caught in his net.
Finally he released her hand though not her heart. Imogen then watched as Ethan scooped up his daughter and plonked her in the luxurious bed desecrating its pristine lines and joined her in the time honoured method of testing out a bed. Imogen reluctantly ignored the invitation in Ethan's eyes to join them.
'Come…and…bounce…Imo…gen.'