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estimate the cost of this one to be somewhere in the multi-million dollar range.
    “You own a yacht?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice.
    Julien chuckled softly. “No, Chérie , I am staying with a friend. This is her vessel.” He assisted my boarding and led me through a small door and down a hallway.
    “The woman in the evening gown?” I had seen her again as we left the club. Julien had collected his tux jacket from a chair at her table, but I had been making sure Svetlana had an escort home, so I had missed the opportunity for an introduction.
    “You are as perceptive as you are beautiful. Oui , Marla. She is a close friend of my mother.”
    “Wow. I wish my mother’s friends let me crash on their yachts.”
    That made him laugh outright. “Well, Marla is a very generous woman.” He held open a door to a small cabin. He was positioned in the narrow entrance in such a way that I was almost pressed against him as I entered. He halted me midway and asked softly, “Do you have a cabin preference, mademoiselle ?”
    His close proximity made my wits scatter, and it was all I could do to form a coherent answer. “Preference?”
    He tucked a wayward curl behind my ear and clarified his meaning. “Do you prefer a cabin to yourself, or would you like... company?” His sexy droll made ‘company’ sound like an erotic promise.
    My breath caught in my throat. I heard myself answering him and it was like an out of body experience. Who was this flirty girl? “That depends. Do you snore?”
    He smiled wickedly. “I’ve never been told I do, but if you find that to be the case, by all means, wake me up Chérie. ”
    I never got the opportunity to find out if he snored. He kept me awake through the small hours of the morning, teaching me things about myself I never would have imagined possible. When I had finally collapsed atop him in a completely sated mass of nerve endings, he could have snored louder than a chainsaw and I’d not have stirred.
    I had no notion of what time it was when my brain began to function properly again. I could hear the sounds one usually associates with a harbor - seagulls, water sounds, buoys knocking against unknown objects... I cracked an eyelid and noted that the space beside me was empty. Julien had gone. I threw my covers back and stumbled into the en-suite.
    Having answered nature’s call, I decided to indulge in a hot shower. The shower was fully appointed with high-end French shampoo and body wash. I took full advantage, luxuriating in the feel of the rich lather on my skin. I was deliciously sore, having employed muscles I hadn’t known existed. The hot water was like heaven, and by the time I turned it off, my entire front was a rosy pink in color.
    Stepping out into the steamy bathroom, I wrapped myself in a plush robe hanging from the back of the door, and wrapped my hair in a towel, turban style. I was delighted to find a new toothbrush in the drawer of the vanity, along with toothpaste, floss, hand lotion and cold cream. This was one very well stocked guest room.
    I didn’t dawdle long. I was growing hungry, and starting to wonder how I was going to find Julien on this floating palace. I dressed in a pair of khaki capris and a white cotton blouse, grateful I had thought to stop for my pack on the way here the night before.
    I had no idea where I was in relation to the main lounge areas of the yacht. I picked a direction and started walking. Luckily I came upon a woman in uniform before I managed to get too turned around. She gave me a friendly smile and a “ Bonjour, mademoiselle. ” I smiled back.
    “Good morning. Parlay voo Angles?” I asked in my rudimentary French. She shook her head apologetically. What followed was an impromptu game of charades in which I eventually managed to convey my interest in finding food, and Julien, but not necessarily in that order. She perked right up at the mention of Julien.
    “ Ah, oui, Monsieur Julien. Suivez-moi ,”