Chapter Eight
Kaspyn had never seen anything as luxurious as the cabin she now stood in. She’d stripped out of her clothes and removed her soap from the small bag attached to her vest. Figuring out the water system had been difficult to say the least. She’d burned her hand twice before understanding the concept. Ah, but once she did.
She’d found the most amazing scented soap lying on the side of the tub. And another incredible smelling liquid to wash her hair with.
Hating to don her salty smelling clothes, she’d opted for the long, white robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door and made her way into the hallway.
Kaspyn padded barefoot toward the place she’d seen Thrasher disappear to after showing her to her room. She climbed up the wooden steps and strolled over to where he stood. “I am going for a swim to search for food. Do not worry for me, I will catch up with you shortly.”
She turned to go, stopping as his hand gripped her wrist.
He tugged her around to face him, the mirrored lenses resting atop his head. “Why are you walking around in…that? And we have plenty of food on the yacht. You don’t have to go fishing for it.”
Kaspyn noticed his gaze drift down her body. “This is all that I could find to wear. Besides, I will not need it while I swim.”
“You were planning to swim in the nude?” A muscle bunched along his jaw. “And it looks as if you recently showered.”
Not understanding where his anger came from, Kaspyn jerked her wrist free of his hold. “I did not come up here for your permission. I did bathe, and I can bathe again once I have eaten.”
Thrasher was suddenly in her path as she spun to go. “I’ll take you to the kitchen and show you where the food is kept after I find you some clothes to put on.”
Frowning, Kaspyn studied his sky-blue eyes. “Does the robe belong to someone else?”
“No,” he bit out, his hands going to his hips. “But it’s a bath robe. You can’t just parade around in it on a boat full of males.”
And then it dawned on her. “You are jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” Thrasher snapped, spinning toward steps. He yelled for Brant.
The younger human male came striding up to the bottom step, his eyebrows raised in question.
Thrasher moved to the side, and waved his arm toward the controls. “Will you take the wheel for a bit? I’ll be back shortly.”
The human known as Brant nodded and ascended the steps, his eyes widening slightly as he passed Kaspyn.
“Let’s go,” Thrasher hissed, jerking his chin toward the steps.
Kaspyn inched around him and made her way to the hallway below. She could feel him close to her back as she strode toward the kitchen. “I do not understand the source of your anger, land walker, but if you lay your hands on me again, I will put you on your back.”
“You can try.” He rounded a small, rectangular table in the center of the room and jerked open a silver door. “There are many things to eat in here. Help yourself to whatever you want while I go in search of something for you to put on.”
He glanced back at her. “Where are the clothes you had on when you boarded?”
“They are in my cabin. I planned on washing them after I had something to eat.”
Thrasher backed up a step. “I’ll go get them and throw them in the washing machine, while you find something to eat. By the time you’ve finished your meal, I’ll have you something clean to wear until your clothes have been washed and dried.”
He took off before she could answer.
Left standing in front of the open silver door, Kaspyn stared into the brightly lit box, marveling at the cold air blowing against her face.
She reached inside and plucked up a jar of white substance, reading the words aloud, “Mayonnaise.”
Wrinkling her brow in concertation, Kaspyn turned the container over in her hands, sniffing at the sides. How does one eat this?
She returned the strange container and snagged a yellow one similar in shape. Once more she sniffed it before replacing it as well.
Minutes passed without any luck of finding something edible. With a growl of annoyance, she closed the door and marched toward the deck of the yacht.
Humans were a strange breed, Kaspyn thought, approaching the empty deck. Their foods were impossible to consume, and had no smell to them.
The beautiful blue-green water, slapped the sides of the yacht as it made its way toward Cuba. Kaspyn untied the sash of the robe she wore, staring longingly at The Gulf below.
She slipped the material from her shoulders, draped it over the back of a chair and stepped up to the railing. Her stomach growled in anticipation of a Florida grouper like the one she’d tried back in Aukrabah.
“What the hell?” Thrasher growled from behind her.