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The
tenderness of it is what gets me and I feel all warm and cozy with
her.
    “Goodnight, James,” she whispers, kissing my
cheek one more time and then curling into me.
    “Goodnight, babe,” I softly reply.
    What an awesome way to fall asleep.

Chapter 3
- Lola
     
     
     
    James holds my hand as we shuffle towards the
marina. He’s arranged something today and the only thing he would
tell me was that it involved a boat—or yacht, I guess. I know
absolutely nothing about boats but most of these look pretty
expensive. We head down a dock to a large motor yacht with dark
wood paneling and gold railings. The writing sprawled across the
back in gold cursive says “Dirty Oar”.
    “Seriously?” I smirk at James.
    “It’s a dumb name, but come on,” he smiles
broadly as he leads me up some stairs and onto the deck.
    A handsome older gentleman who looks a little
like Sean Connery steps out and introduces himself as Captain
Scott. “The others are already here,” he says, motioning for us to
go inside.
    We step into the cabin and it’s tacky
opulence everywhere. It looks like Louis XIV threw up in here, gold
everything, white leather sofas, marbled wood paneling on the
walls. I instantly know who the yacht belongs to and I give James a
look.
    “Rick said I could use it,” he grins
mischievously, nearly laughing at the way I’m holding back from
commenting on the decor.
    “Chad, honey, they’re here!” Alejandro says,
emerging from an outside door.
    “They are?” I hear Chad’s voice call from the
main deck.
    Alejandro gives James a hug before moving on
to hug me. He’s so firm, like a wall of muscle. He looks totally
studly in shorts and a black wifebeater that shows off his sleeve
of beautiful sugar skulls and other Day of the Dead emblems. Chad
comes in soon after in shorter shorts and no shirt, showing off his
golden tan and making his blue eyes really pop. He walks his tall,
lean frame over to me and gives me a big hug, kissing my cheek and
telling me that the orange, cotton sundress I have on over my
bikini looks gorgeous. With compliments flying like this, I could
really get used to hanging out with these guys.
    It seems that James and the boys called in a
favor from Rick to take me out on his yacht today for some fun in
the sun. I feel sappy for admitting it, but I find it so touching
that the three of them put this together. James does nice stuff for
me all the time but it’s so sweet of Chad and Alejandro to come
along too. I had so much fun with them at the barbecue.
    I want to put my purse down and change, so I
start off to find the bedrooms—turns out there are three, including
a master suite with a king bed. James follows on my heels and
closes the door a little bit behind him when we arrive in a large
room with a mirrored wall and black wood everything. It looks like
every 1980s shopping mall crammed into one room. I’m guessing Rick
bought this boat quite some time ago, probably late 1980s early
1990s, which would coincide with when Sin Cinema first took off,
according to what James told me.
    I turn to him and snicker when I hit a switch
that reveals recessed lighting around a big octagonal mirror on the
ceiling.
    “If the boat’s a rockin’…” he jokes.
    “Yuck!” I laugh.
    “I hope this is cool,” he whispers as he
pulls his t-shirt shirt off and starts unbuttoning his jeans. “Chad
sent me a text that said how much they loved meeting you and I
wanted to take you out here with me anyway, so I thought they could
come too.”
    “I’m psyched,” I smile. “I think this was a
great idea.”
    “Really?” he grins with pride.
    “Really,” I nod and put my hands on his
shoulders as I lean up to kiss his cheek. It makes him look
adorably bashful and I love it. Modest James is such a
sweetheart.
    He slides his jeans down and I blush a little
bit, assuming I shouldn’t stand there and stare while he changes
into his trunks. I turn away from him and pull my dress over my
head,