|Bachelors Incorporated #2|
|October 10th 2020|
I stood a minute looking out the porthole at the bright water. Damon had been so gallant, protecting me from Nigel’s advances, taking my elbow as we boarded the boat. Did he like me?
Now he sat barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned and the wind messing his dark hair. I could feel a magnetic pull, an animal attraction to such a prime male specimen.
No, no. I couldn’t let my mind wander there. This is strictly professional. I would serve as his personal chef for one week only, two at the most. I would wow Damon and leave with a good reference when we returned. I was done with men for a while. I needed time to get past the disaster with Nigel. I had learned my lesson and there would be no mixing work with pleasure.
Not anymore. Not for this girl