the way other women stared at him as they strolled back to the yacht. And why wouldn’t they?
His hips rolled in a sensuous, languid gait. He had that loose-limbed, laid-back sexiness that was impossible to fake. You either had it or you didn’t. And, boy, did he have it!
What is it about focus that you don’t understand? Hands off, lips off, eyes off… everything off. Ugh, stop thinking about him!
‘You’re quiet,’ he said as they returned to the boat.
The rest of the Weeping Reef crew would be joining them in an hour or so, and Chantal planned to enjoy her night off. The audition played on her mind, but if she thought about it any more she’d surely go crazy. No, tonight would be an opportunity to let her hair down and relax before she had to go back to the bar.
‘My mind isn’t,’ Chantal muttered.
‘Anything in particular bothering you?’
‘Just thinking about work stuff.’
It wasn’t a total lie, and she wasn’t going to encourage him by revealing her inner monologue about his hotness.
‘You can’t be all work and no play.’ He walked to the fridge on deck and pulled out a bottle of champagne, popping the cork and pouring her a glass.
‘I think you have enough play for both of us.’
‘I’d be happy to share it with you.’
He handed her the flute, her fingers grazing his as she grasped the stem. Goosebumps skittered across her skin and she wondered if perhaps her slinky, skin-tight dress had been a dangerous choice. She’d bought the dress after her audition because it was the exact blue-green of the ocean in the Whitsundays—a fitting choice for catching up with the old gang.
But her arms and legs were exposed to the night air, along with a portion of her back beneath the thick bands of fabric criss-crossing their way down her spine.
It would be fine. The others would arrive soon, and she’d make sure that she and Brodie weren’t left alone. Piece of cake.
Yeah, right.
‘So what did you do after you left the reef?’ she asked, sipping her drink.
‘A bit of this and that. There’s not much to tell.’ He shrugged, dropping down into a seat and stretching his long, muscular legs out in front of him. ‘Went to university, dropped out of university, got a job sailing yachts.’
‘That’s it? Come on—I’m sure a lot more happened in eight years.’ She dropped down next to him, resisting the desire to ease against him as he automatically slung his arm along the back of her seat.
‘There was a girl.’
‘Just one?’ she teased, hating herself for the clutch of jealousy deep in her chest.
His eyes darkened, the pale green glowing in the dimming light. ‘One relationship. It didn’t end well and I don’t have any desire to revisit the experience.’
‘Why did you break up?’ Colour her curious, but she’d never known Brodie to have a relationship with anyone. Unless you called repeated booty calls a relationship.
‘It was a combination of things.’ He shook his head, tilting his gaze up to the darkening sky. ‘I was away a lot with work. I had my family to look after. She needed a lot of attention. Nothing more than incompatibility, pure and simple.’
‘You always struck me as the attentive type.’
‘No one is that attentive. She wanted us to be joined at the hip.’ His voice tightened. ‘I don’t do inseparability. I need my space—the open waters and all that.’
‘How did you meet?’
‘She was a friend.’ His mouth twisted into a grimace. ‘I met her at university but we didn’t get together until after I dropped out.’
‘I guess she’s not a friend any more?’
‘No.’
‘Sounds like you made the right call.’
‘The right call would have been not going there in the first place.’ Brodie sighed. ‘Some people aren’t cut out for relationships.’
It sounded like a warning. Not that she needed it. She had no intention of getting sucked into Brodie’s sex vortex the way other girls did. She knew he was a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy… It was why she’d stayed away from him in the first place.
But she didn’t exactly want a relationship right now either. Didn’t that make them perfectly compatible for one night?
Heart thudding against her rib cage, she took a long swig of her champagne. Brodie’s arm moved from the seat to her shoulders and his intoxicating coconut-and-sea-air smell made her mouth water.
Would it be so bad to have a little ‘no-strings tension-reliever’, as he’d called it? Surely she could afford to be unfocused for one day… just a night, really. Not even a whole day.
She was only working at the crappy bar tomorrow, so it wasn’t as if she needed to be on her A-game. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. But could she walk away after a single night? Weeping Reef had taught her that Brodie’s powers of seduction were second to none. What if he wanted more and she couldn’t say no? The last thing she needed was to get sucked into a situation where she had another man trying to overpower her, trying to control her decisions.
She couldn’t let that happen.
‘What about you? Was it all about the dancing after you left?’
‘I stayed a while longer on the resort, actually.’
After watching the Weeping Reef friendships disintegrate she’d wanted to flee. But dance school wouldn’t pay for itself and she’d refused to ask her mother for anything else. It had been her time to prove what she was made of. Prove how determined she was.
‘But it wasn’t the same.’
‘We had a great year together, didn’t we?’
‘We did.’
‘I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.’ His voice was low, rough.
Chantal turned and his arm tightened around her. Her fingers ached to touch him. The now inky sky glittered with city lights. Magical. Surreal. He leant forward, his eyes drinking in every detail.
‘Perv,’ she said.
Her shaky laugh failed to diffuse the tension.
‘I was so jealous of Scott. He had you to himself night after night.’
She tried to shrug his arm away but he held tight. ‘And you had every other girl on the resort.’
‘None of them compared to you, Chantal.’ He brushed his lips against her temple, the soft
