like to help with?” he joked.
Helen licked suddenly dry lips and looked at the door frame, the carpet, anything to avoid looking at his magnificent body, the memory of which was still sending tingles throughout her entire body. “I’m afraid there has been a mix up. The clothes in the closet you mentioned can’t be for me,” she said, wishing her voice would remain more even.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Let’s go see. I thought I was very specific.”
She considered letting him lead her back to her stateroom, but that would mean his almost naked body touching hers in the small hallway. So she turned back and headed quickly toward her room.
When they were back in her room, she walked over to the closet full of beautiful clothes. “See,” she said, her hand waving toward the clothes hanging in the closet. “These are too expensive,” she said. “They are obviously someone else’s clothes. Perhaps the ship’s staff mixed up the clothes.”
Dimitri shook his head and went through the clothes. “Nope. These are yours. I didn’t select them personally, but I told my secretary what I wanted and this is pretty close. She did a good job,” he smiled and pulled out a yellow bikini that was barely three triangles and lots of string. “How about this one?” he suggested.
Helen could only stare at the scraps of materials. “You think I should wear that?”
“Of course. You’d look incredible,” he said, but had to put it down since his body was already hardening at the idea of seeing her in the bathing suit. He wasn’t sure how much the towel would hide and he didn’t want to scare her off before he even got her out to sea. “If that’s too risqué, how about this one?” he suggested, and pulled out another one that was only slightly larger.
This bathing suit was red and blue with only slightly larger triangles. “I can’t wear that,” Helen gasped.
“Why not?” he questioned, liking the idea of her wearing the suit. “You definitely have the figure for it,” he said.
She was already shaking her head before he finished. “No! I can’t wear that. I would look ridiculous.”
“Why on earth would you think that?” he asked, laughing at her outraged expression. “You have all the prerequisite parts and, from what I can see, they are all in the perfect shape for these outfits.” He couldn’t hide the lascivious grin or the glance that took in her slender hips and voluptuous breasts in a single, sweeping glance.
Her hand went up and fluttered around the tiny scraps of material as she struggled to find words to adequately articulate her issues. “It’s too small,” she finally said.
“How about this,” he suggested and pulled out a pretty yellow sundress.
Helen was so relieved that he hadn’t pulled out yet another bathing suit that she grasped the hanger as if it were a lifeline. “Fine. Yes, that’s lovely.”
Dimitri laughed. “Good. I’ll see you up on deck in five minutes,” he said.
Helen held the yellow fabric against her stomach, relieved to see him walk away. When she was alone again, she lifted the dress up and examined it more closely. “Wow!” she exclaimed, seeing the halter top and backless dress for the first time. Looking warily at the bikinis still laying on the bed, she sighed, relieved that at least the dress was less revealing than the bathing suits.
Peering into the closet, she realized that all of the bathing suits, ten of them, were in various colors of the rainbow but all were bikinis. Helen put a hand to her forehead, wondering how she could escape swimming during this trip. It should be relatively easy considering that she was an employee instead of a real guest.
Helen pulled the dress over her head and looked at it in the mirror as it drifted down over her curves. Shaking her head, she pulled off her bra, then refastened the halter top. There was no back to the dress so her bra straps were too obvious. Thankfully, there was enough support in the halter top that she didn’t have to wear one. The front dipped much more dramatically than she had ever worn before. As she twirled, she realized how pretty she looked. Was this really her? She stared at her reflection in the large mirror and was awestruck by the person gazing back. Her skin was creamy yes, but that was only enhanced by the yellow color, something she’d always avoided because she didn’t think it would