Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

It was definitely hard to stay a gentleman, and not let his crystalline gaze roam over her body, when Luna was in nothing but a transparent shirt she had recovered from his boat. A visibly hard swallow shifted the stubble covering his sun kissed neck as Grayson leaned back comfortably against the chair. There was no doubt he was trying his best to keep his sanguine posture on the outside as his arm perched itself against the top of the seat toward his rear, which only forced his mountainous shoulder to shrug along the side of his wide neck. It's not a problem, honestly. It's not like I intended on staying out here for long... He would lift and open the hand which was laying across the table between them, as if telling her to stop pleading her case. There was a splash of honesty in his masculine tone that chimed up under the sound of the waves beating against the side of the rock-steady yacht. You're acting like you've ruined my day by showing up here, and that's farthest from the truth. As Luna began to explain her situation, the male reached up with a bending elbow to snatch his expensive shades by one of its legs. Grayson's generous bicep lifted up against the folded sleeve that was trying its best to contain it as he pulled the pair of Ray-Ban Wayfarers from his handsome face. Canting his head to the side, Grayson set the expensive sunglasses down on the glass surface of the table and peered toward her with a rather perplexed expression again. This woman had seemingly been through so much, and now she's trying to escape her family, too. Too... too breed ? That was an odd way of phrasing it, and she could see just how surprised the brute was before her. Shaking his head, Grayson would reaffirm his choice to take her with him, Then it's their loss. I am taking you back with me to the States, and I'll make sure you're housed, fed, and clothed. I won't take you back to some arranged marriage. Not if you're vying to escape it... To emphasize his point, the man jabbed a finger into the glass between them before rolling his seat back. In silence, he allowed her to finish her food while he thought to himself which seemed to be a rather bad habit of the billionaire. With a sore groan, Grayson stood up and ran a hand across his lips and stubble covered chin for a moment. His now visible, oceanic eyes peered down at her as his large shadow nearly engulfed her. Reminding himself not to look down her shirt, he cleared his throat and continued, I am glad you liked it, but that is just a sample of what is waiting for you. Turning his large and broad back to her, Grayson stepped over toward the closest wood colored table which surrounded the main dining room. He'd pull over a container of ice, and old fashioned glass, and a bottle of bourbon. Dropping a few cubes into the glass, he then picked up the bottle of alcohol by its neck. Both of his eyes busied themselves on his pour as he spoke up to her, Enough, Luna. There came his dominant streak . His voice was much more firm and serious, with a raspy note to it. When he told you something, he meant it. Turning around to face her again, the male leaned his strong lower back and rock hard posterior against the low rise table. He brought the small glass toward his bottom lip, where it linged so he could speak, and leveled his eyes into her own. I insist, and you're not ruining anything. I merely come out here to just escape the routine. He'd shake his head when she noted about getting the boat wet. It'll survive. Boats are made to get wet. A quick sip would be taken from his glass before a content sigh pushed beyond his warm lips. She could see the rise and fall of his pronounced pectorals as he exhaled deeply through the nose upon feeling the burn. Said ice cubes within his glass clanked against its interior with every shift. Footsteps from the stairwell toward the end of the deck would resound before Adrian appeared from the living quarters holding a pink, string, two piece bikini. Sir, I remembered this was left behind from... Clearing his throat, the crewmen placed the two pieces on the wood ledge near the stairs, It was all that was left, but better than a wet shirt. Grayson nodded before pushing off the table and walking toward the two pieces left by Adrian. He would bent over, pick up the items in one hand, while taking a sip with his other. Holding them out to her, he'd comment, Go ahead and change out of that wet shirt. Here... it should fit you... we can rest on the deck together, afterwards. It should only take us so long before we get back to land.