What the hell happened back there?

Veronica raced through the ship – stopping in her office to order the boat for the women. She was hot and sweaty. Her breath came in in ragged gasps. She clutched at her shirt, trying to fan the heat off of her.

She had witnessed worse than that before.

But the way that Adrian looked at her – the way that he was teasing her, like all of this was for her.

She had never felt such a powerful pool.

She tried to shake herself free from the thoughts.

Of course, he was hot – and charming, obviously.

But, guys like him – only wanted women like her for night. And she didn't want to risk it – she was engaged for Christ's sake.

Although, her body was betraying her – and told her a different story.

She hugged herself – she had felt temptation before. And usually, she pledged herself to get rid of it. But it was nothing like this.

Her body shook with nerves and want.

She had never felt such a strong pull before. She finished ordering the boat – calling the necessary crew to help the women into the dock and back to the nearest town.

She felt a little bad for them. But, the Prince was her client – she had to do what he said.

She thought back over the dinner – the way his eyes glistened when she obeyed him.

The look of his sharp eyes when she said the word "Sir".

She shuttered – she hung up the phone with the last order. She found herself wandering to her room – she had a few minutes – because she knew that the rest of the party would be finishing up their dinner.

The rest of the crew and Dexter would take care of them.

She locked herself into her room – laying down on the bed.

She took a deep breath – her breathing was still fast.

She couldn't help but graze her hands over her body. They sent tingles through her skin – as her hands cupped her breasts and rubbed her belly.

Her mind raced – usually, she would try to think of Brian.

But, as always, that never worked. Her mind was always racing to a different man – a man she couldn't picture in her dreams – a fantasy man.

She thought that would happen now, too.

But, as her hands began to explore her body, and slip under her skirt, the man was clear in her vision.

She imagined his blond hair grazing her face. She imagined his soft lips as they took hers into a kiss. She imagined his glistening green eyes looking down at her as he took pleasure within her.

His muscles hovered above her body – and her fingers found her pleasure center. She made circles around her mound – as she imagined the man whom she felt she would have nothing to do with – thrusting into her.

She moaned – letting her imagination run wild with his touch, his kisses, and his tongue.

She imagined what it would be like if he made her get on her knees – and if he made her do dirty things to him.

Suddenly, her body began to roll with pleasure – she wanted him to grab her hair just like he did with the ladies in the dining room. Veronica felt the need to have his power over her. She wanted to feel his strength and possession.

Her body curled up – as she orgasmed. She shook with pleasure – her womanhood pulsing – wanting for Adrian's dick inside of her.

As soon as she came to – she felt the embarrassment hit her cheeks. It was like she was waking from a dream.

She shook her head – I should not have thought that.

She should have been thinking about Brian.

She shivered, wondering how easily she was lost into the idea of Adrian.

Veronica felt vulnerable – she felt weak, not like the woman that she was used to being. She quickly cleaned herself up and went into the dock—she had to get the night ready for Adrian's first date.

Night fell around them. Veronica hesitated at the door. 1000 thoughts flew through her head. Like what she had just done in the cabin, how she didn't think of Brian, and how her heart was pumping fast as she stared at Adrian from around the corner of the bridge – he was at the end of the boat, his hands on the rails. She had to admit that he was handsome. His shining blonde hair and crisp green eyes – she never seen to to face, something that was both heartwarming and masculine.

She shook her head, trying to wake herself from the reverie she was standing just outside the bridge – the wind whipping her hair, her fiancé just inside. He was checking the ship's direction, every now and then.

She grimaced – Brian looked weak and slinky compared Adrian. She never thought he was much of catch, but she got even less now. Her phone but in her pocket.

She looked at it – sliding to accept the call.

She close the door behind her – leaving Brian alone in the cabin, but still too far away for agent to hear her conversation. She grabbed onto the railing – looking out into the dark, glistening ocean.

"Sweetie?" Her mother said over the phone.

"Hey mom – it's not a good time right now –"

her mother was never much for beating around the bush, "don't tell me you're working again – like the years was be off by now?"

Veronica shook her head – exhaling. More than Brian, her mother had wanted Veronica to settle down. She had made it her mission to make sure Veronica got the white picket fence.

"I know, I know mom – it's just –" she had to tell her – that she had a very important client this time. Royalty for God's sake.

"Excuses, excuses – Veronica, men don't like when women works so much." Her mother's words stung her. She had said that before – but with the wedding so close, she wasn't sure if she should heed them or not.

"Mom, this one is important – I swear – then I'm headed home, I promise." She closed her eyes – the words felt like they grated against her skin. Veronica knew she didn't want to go home.

Her mother tsked her on the phone, "Sweetie – you have so much to do already – you barely send invitations on time – you really need to get your head back into this."

Veronica sighed, she knew she wasn't going to win this argument – "Don't worry mom – Brian is well aware of where I am – he's here with me – and I will be there soon as I can."

Her mother let out a soft groan, as if Veronica made these promises all the time.

Veronica's eyes couldn't help but wander over to the other side of the boat – the lights illuminated his silhouette. Even in the dark, she could see his casual shorts and open white cabana shirt. She could tell he had nothing underneath. She felt hot all of a sudden – even though the night air was cool. She looked into the cabin – but Brian wasn't there anymore. Her heart sank a little – either he was off gambling online, one of his favorite hobbies, or – she didn't want to think about it.

Deep within her, she hoped that Brian would have the balls and the money to help pay for her freedom.

But she had committed this far – she was not about to give up hope now. Her mother began a quiet rant – telling Veronica, again, about her biological clock in the need for secure man. Veronica listened vaguely.

Her eyes wandered back to Adrian – the feeling she had earlier, when she touched herself, arose in her.

The feeling was the need for orgasm— thinking of him. She wanted to crumble at his feet. She gazed at him – nodding and murmuring yes or no to her mom.

He was looking out into the night time ocean. It looked like he was taking it all in – not just admiring the view, but thinking about it. Pondering his life. She had seen that look a couple of times while she was on board – from the kinder people, the ones whose lives were unraveling.

But, Adrian had looked like he had everything put together – the way he dominated the room, dominated the ladies – it seemed like he had everything he wanted. Then, Adrian slumped his shoulders – his hands on the rails as he bowed his head towards the ocean. It was as if his thoughts were crushing him. A new feeling arose in her. She wanted to reach out to him – to hold his gaze and comfort those green eyes. It's like she could feel him breaking into pieces – and she wanted to cradle him into her arms, make him feel good.

She shook her head – trying to push out these intense thoughts.

She turned away – trying to get him out of her mind, and she pushed any stray hairs from her bun back into her up do.

"Veronica?" Her mother's voice sounded accusing, "Are you listening to me?"

Veronica face blushed – she glad she wasn't face-to-face with her mother.

"Oh my gosh – I gotta go – someone is calling me – love you bye." She hung up quick – she didn't want to answer more questions. She looked back out at Adrian – Megan had joined him, with a caring hand on his shoulder.

Veronica felt a little bit of pride, Adrian did need comfort – and Veronica could see it a mile away.