Six

JJ

The day was a blur, there were parts I remembered but a lot I didn't. Including how I ended up on the cruise ship dancing between the hot guy and his younger husband. At some point he'd introduced himself as Greg, and his husband was Syd. I was currently sandwiched between the two of them and couldn't find it in me to mind one bit.

"Thanks for helping me out, Greg," I said, and he smiled at me before kissing me deeply.

"I told you not to worry about anything. We'll take care of you while you're here."

"You guys are the best, and I still don't understand how I'm here." Somehow it had been decided that I would join them on the cruise. I wasn't sure how that was going to work, but when we boarded it was so chaotic no one noticed I didn't have a card to scan. They were staying in a very large suite complete with a private balcony, king-sized bed, large bathroom, and a sitting room. Since I managed to lose everything but my swimsuit on the snorkel trip, they'd taken me to a shop on the ship and bought me clothes and shoes.

"Must have been a lucky mistake for us," Greg said and kissed his husband over my shoulder.

"Get ready to party!" the DJ yelled and turned up the volume to the shouts of everyone on the dancefloor. The deck was packed with people all moving to the music as the foam machines shot out even more foam. Sandwiched between two hot men was not a bad place to be at all. But then one of the waiters caught my attention, and I squeezed out from between the two of them and danced my way over to where he was delivering a big drink order.

He'd just set the tray down on the table to pass out what must have been today's signature drink that was being served in a hurricane glass with the ship's logo on it. "Hey, cutie, I remember you," I said.

He ignored me as he made sure everyone who ordered a drink had one. Once the tray was empty, he tucked it under his arm and hurried back to the main bar with me hot on his tail. Because that ass was calling to me. Or maybe it was the drinks. And the sun. And the fact I hadn't eaten much today. Bobby and I had gone to the restaurant on the island today and we both ordered food, but I didn't remember eating mine. I definitely remembered seeing this waiter there.

"Can I get food?" I asked the first crewmember that walked close to me after I lost sight of the other guy in the crowd.

He eyed me up and down before pointing toward the bar. "They have appetizers at the bar," he said, before rushing off to someone else.

I glanced in the direction he'd pointed and slowly made my way to where a table was set up with various containers of appetizers and snacks. Taking a plate, I proceeded to load it up with all the finger food I could fit on my plate. A seat at the bar opened up so I took it, and after ordering a couple of shots and a beer, I sat and ate while relaxing back to people watch.

There was every type of man here that I could imagine, and more. Since it was a foam party most of them were wearing even skimpier clothes than they had while they were at the beach earlier. Some partiers had harnesses on while others had wristbands and necklaces that glowed and not much else besides their barely-there swimsuits, thongs, or jocks. It was awesome!

After I finished the food on my plate, I went back and took more before ordering the signature drink that turned out to be hurricane with their own spin on it. One drink and I thought the spin might be extra alcohol because it was strong as fuck. My eyes started to close, and I struggled to keep them open while keeping myself upright on the stool.

"Everything right there, sir?" the bartender asked.

"Yes, sorry," I said and shook my head hoping it was enough to rattle my brain back to consciousness. "Is that a British accent?"

"Australian, just here for this tour," he said.

"Well, that's nice," I said just before faceplanting onto the plate of food I'd ignored once I started the drink.

"Sir." A voice I didn't recognize kept repeating while someone lifted my face out of the plate and wiped me off.

"He's fucked up," someone else said and laughed.

"Gesdmb seo for some," I slurred and mumbled, but it didn't make sense even to my ears.

"Call security so they can take him to his room," the bartender said.

"No, I'm okay," I finally managed to say. A bottle of water was on the bar right in front of me and without asking, I opened it and had a big drink.

The bartender looked past me and nodded. Not a good sign. "Excuse me, sir, can I see your guest card?"

Flinching at the voice behind me, I hoped they were talking to someone else. "Sir?" A tap on the shoulder told me they were definitely talking to me.

"Sorry. I'm fine," I barely managed to say.

Before I could say another word, I was lifted up by hands under both arms and rushed away from the bar and into a door just behind it. "No more bullshit, who are you?" the bigger of the two security guards asked while folding his arms.

"JJ Carrington," I said, and hoped they recognized the name while at the same time, prayed they didn't.

"The rich kid that's always in the news?" he asked.

"That's the one," I admitted.

"How did you get on board?" the first guy asked.

"Well, to be honest, I don't remember." It wasn't a lie. The last clear memory I had was when the yacht had arrived here—at the island—earlier today.

"So, let me get this straight. You're a stowaway." The bigger guard didn't try to hide his amusement and even though I didn't know how serious that was, the look in his eyes told me I was about to find out.