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Chapter Sixteen
Date Part I
Spoiled
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March 25, 2012
At three-thirty in the afternoon, Hinata descended the metal step of public transport, anxious anticipation thrumming through her veins, stomach coiled tight and fluttering with nerves as her sandaled feet touched pavement. She was about an hour early but she couldn’t really help that, the bus route didn’t always run according to it’s printed time, and she hadn’t wanted to risk being an hour late by taking a chance that the bus would run on time.
She had enough working against her with this date.
She paused on the sidewalk, staring wide eyed out at the port a moderate distance away as the bus behind her slid its doors closed and drove away.
Set against the backdrop of a beautiful coastline, a lavish resort sat nestled amongst a coven of towering trees, exotic shrubbery and vividly hued flora. Massive, with high cloud colored walls and long reflective windows that stood floor to ceiling, the resort curved in a wide semi-circle spanning a significant amount of the sandy patch of land, its sprawling entrance nestled within the steepest curvature of the crescent. Three layers of stairs led up to open doors, pretty sapphire fountains bracketing the elevated path all the way up to the entryway. Stacks of what she presumed to be resort rooms and suites stacked several stories high along the concave structure, treated to the same reflective glass, the mirrored windows making the entire building look like a continuation of the surrounding paradisaic landscape.
Peering around, Hinata searched for anything remotely resembling a movie theater.
There weren’t many commercial businesses around, a few small shops dotting the single two lane tan dirt road and a gas station a ways down, other than that, the landscape was fully dominated by a wide, sunny blue sky, vibrant green topped trees and sparkling cerulean water.
Had she…got off at the wrong stop?
That was entirely possible.
The ride to this address had been longer than she expected, though she’d cut down on the time significantly by catching a train halfway through the route, shaving fifteen minutes off her thirty-five minute commute.
She couldn’t really complain considering Naruto had offered to pick her up.
Caution wouldn’t allow her to do anything less than make her own way here, and an extra train ride was worth the price of safety.
Despite her promise to ‘allow Naruto to spoil her’ as Kiba-kun put it, Hinata wasn’t in a position to completely throw caution to the wind and dive in blind. The potential of putting herself in an extremely vulnerable position she may or may not be able to wiggle out of was too high in her book, and she’d only gotten this far by trusting her instincts and avoiding as many unnecessary risks as possible. She couldn’t allow Hot Pants Hinata to unravel all her work just to skip a somewhat inconvenient commute.
Besides, the trip had been full of beautiful, though, unfamiliar sights.
Hinata had never been to this neighboring city a stones throw from her neck of the woods, it was a welcome change of scenery from the grungy part of Konoha she lived in.
“Satō-san?”
Still…
She should call Naruto and reconfirm the address-
“Hinata Satō?”
She turned in the direction of the voice uttering her half-false name.
A beautiful woman stood an arm’s length and a half away, her blues eyes expectant but friendly. Her dark curly hair was pulled back and up in a ponytail at her crown, long bangs hanging down to frame her plump lips, a mini sailor’s cap resting just behind the spot where her bangs began, the cute navy-blue accessory matching the crisp, starch-pressed uniform wrapped around her notably lush body. Her coat was navy-blue with gold trim held closed by a line of golden buttons on the right side of her torso, her form fitting trousers a lighter shade of blue that was closer to gray.
“Let me be the first to welcome you to Eden Bay Charter and Resort, the nation’s number one leading superyacht marine tour, top five worldwide might I add,” she emphasized proudly, “my name is Shiseru and I’ll be your boarding guide today. Uzumaki-san instructed me to monitor the bus stop in the off chance you arrived early, and I can see his forethought was warranted. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know you weren’t left waiting outside the resort.”
Hinata blinked, her head left spinning by several points in Shiseru’s introduction.
First and foremost…superyacht?
What…what happened to dinner and a movie?
Hinata looked wearily out at the resort again.
Maybe…this place had an in-house theater and a restaurant?
Kiba-kun did say this place had a lot of things inside it.
It was certainly big enough for both, and she could imagine the view was amazing in a high-rise restaurant.
While this entire situation was throwing her for a loop, Naruto’s consideration for her occasionally unpredictable bus schedule didn’t go unnoticed, easily piercing a bit of her bewilderment with the sweet warmth of his thoughtful gesture. She felt a little less lost at sea, and now that she had confirmation that she hadn’t hopped off at the wrong stop, her biggest worry had eased.
“If you’ll follow me to the shuttle cart,” Shiseru continued, reclaiming her attention, “I’ll take you down to the resort. Uzumaki-san is expecting you.”
Her stomach flipped.
Naruto was already here…waiting for her.
This was really happening, she was really about to go on a date with him.
A very lavish, very expensive date by the looks of it…
She tried not to think about that too much as she followed her boarding guide.
The ‘shuttle cart’ was the most luxurious vehicle she’d ever seen in her life, let alone ridden in. Too long in the body to be considered a ‘normal’ car and too short to be considered a limousine, the ‘shuttle cart was something solidly in between, smack dab in a category of its own. It was parked in granulated beach sand just off the road a stones throw from the bus stop.
Shiseru held the door for her, and Hinata slid in, shuffling over to the long stretch of seating to the left.
Inside was sleek, polished and oozing expense but somehow gave her a cozy vibe.
The seat was deep set and soft as a fluffy cloud against her back and thighs.
Hinata couldn’t help but melt into its comfort.
The heavily tinted windows cast the backseat in darkness, but the dim lighting from the LED lights tracing the rectangular ceiling reminded her of the soothing, steady glow of a candle.
There was a television hanging from the interior opposite from her, right above a short bar supplied with wine glasses and an unopened wine bottle resting inside a built in cubby of the bar’s surface surrounded by what looked like ice, but, strangely there didn’t seem to be any condensation on the cubes, and they sparkled as bright diamonds. An assortment of finger foods sat stacked on sea creature shaped display stands situated strategically and meticulously around the bar’s empty space. On either side of the collection of fancy looking food, tiny, white, gold ringed plates and extremely shiny, cute little mini forks sat tucked in glittering gold and pearly white cloths inside another of those cubbies.
Two cordless microphones hung on both sides of the bar panel, and she could only assume they were for karaoke.
Suffice to say, Hinata felt a bit under-dressed and underprivileged to be sitting in this lavish entertainment center on wheels in her clearance rack, snowy white, form fitting, short sleeved dress dotted with orange, purple and pink flowers she hoped wouldn’t look too washed out in the sunlight.
“The seats have a number of features and settings for comfort and temperature control, feel free to use them,” Shiseru told her from the long window separating the driver seat from the cab of the shuttle, “and please help yourself to the refreshments, wine and the television. The remote is in the console to your left.”
Overwhelmed, Hinata could only manage a slightly mumbled, “t-thank you.”
The shuttle hummed to life, so smooth and quiet she almost hadn’t heard it. Reaching behind her shoulder, Hinata buckled in and placed her hands on her lap.
She was a bit nervous to touch anything.
She felt particularly clumsy right now and she was sure breaking anything in this vehicle would cost her ten years pay to replace…
“Is this your first time in Hachō?” Shiseru asked conversationally.
“Ah, yes, this is my first time,” Hinata answered, turning her attention back to the window.
“Well, we’re happy to have you here, Satō-san, I do hope you enjoy your stay here.”
“Thank you,” Hinata responded, twirling her thumbs as she added, “I’m sure I will.”
She wasn’t sure if she would at all, she was already a bit overwhelmed.
“Wonderful! Now, I’ll let you enjoy the shuttle’s amenities in peace, please use the intercom above your head to contact me at any time if needed.”
“Okay, um, thank you,” Hinata said, glancing up at the speaker panel above her.
The window between the two women rolled up, and Hinata sat back in her seat.
Even though she didn’t dare touch anything, riding in the back of the vehicle was…nice. Soothing and a bit lulling, and had she been tired enough, she had no doubt she would have fallen asleep.
The drive wasn’t particularly long, nor was it eventful.
Hinata didn’t even realize they’d reached their destination until Shiseru opened her door, her friendly smile a silent prompt for her to exit the shuttle.
The resort was even more lavish up close.
Gigantic walls, spiraling ceiling light fixtures, gleaming hardwood floors and a view of the oceanfront it was built on that was nothing short of postcard perfect.
It was as they walked towards the huge, crescent shaped check-in multi-person desk that she got her first glimpse of the superyacht beyond the resort’s massive windows.
Sleek, modern and gleaming, the massive sea vessel looked a lot different than any yacht she’d ever seen on TV and movies. The design was something that seemed to be burgeoning on futuristic, the bottom of the craft dipping below the water deep than she would have thought it was supposed to…not that she knew much about how far into the water a superyacht should sit.
It was beautiful though.
Shiny and spotless with a nice topside set up of lounges, rounded couches and a long strip of a pool.
Leagues different than the little ship she’d been smuggled to Hi no Kuni in.
Completely night and day.
She stared at it a beat longer before refocusing on following her guide.
The lobby was full of people, old and young, even smiling children, all in various states of dress from very formal to bikini beach bum.
Hinata felt a bit better about her own dress.
Perhaps the dress code for dinner was laxer than Naruto realized…
She could only hope so.
She followed her guide across the lively lobby, moving on autopilot until something caught her eye.
Steps slowing, Hinata stared at the reception desk they neared, watching as a couple signed paperwork, the woman fishing a laminated card from her purse.
Her stomach dropped.
Skip-walking to catch up abruptly, Hinata called out to her resort guide striding purposefully ahead of her, hoping she didn’t sound as panicked as she felt as she called out softly, “u-um, Shiseru-san?”
The woman stopped, turning to look down at her, “yes ma’am?”
Swallowing nervously, a bit disconcerted to be called ‘ma’am’ by a woman clearly much older than her and nearly a head and a half taller, Hinata shuffled her feet as the lie passed her lips, “I don’t…I-I didn’t bring my ID…”
Hinata did have an ID, a forged one Ino was able to facilitated for her tucked beside her bus pass, but, it made her nervous whenever she used it, like she was one moment of scrutiny away from being caught, arrested and deported back to the hellish life and horrific future she’d left behind.
“No worries, Uzumaki-san placed you on our VIP list, we don’t require any identification or documentation from you,” the woman told her before gesturing in the direction they’d been heading with a sweeping arm, “please, this way”
Relieved, Hinata followed as the woman started walking again.
They passed the front counter and turned down a red carpeted hallway lined with doors just beyond the check-in station.
There were a handful of resort patrons in this hall, all much more expensively dressed.
Flashy jewelry, shiny shoes and designer clothes that hurt her bank account to look at.
At the end of their second hallway was a large set of double doors secured by a bright carmine velvet rope and a man, dressed in all black, standing in front of it.
Security she presumed.
As they moved closer to the roped off doors, her guide pulled a radio from her hip and spoke a series of coded words and numbers into it. She could only assume Shiseru had had it waiting in the shuttle because Hinata couldn’t recall seeing her with it earlier.
The man moved to unhook the rope for them.
With his back presented, the word ‘security’ splayed across his short sleeved shirt confirmed her assumption. He didn’t speak as they passed him by, merely nodded politely and re-secured the door behind them.
More opulence greeted her beyond the door, and through wide, floor to ceiling window panels that stretched the length of the long hall, Hinata’s fascinated eyes moved from one room to the next, in awe of the different activities that Eden Bay boasted, half listening as Shiseru explained each room and it’s amenities in a voice and cadence that sounded as though it were apart of a script.
The first room nearly blew her away.
A mini golf course of all things! Indoors! With a functioning, replica waterfall, manicured hills and unique obstacles that looked complicated but fun to figure out how to navigate.
The next was something she saw often in movies.
Flashy slot machines and fancy blackjack tables surrounded by even more fancier dressed people, the entire casino vibrant and lively. Excited smiles and drunken laughter vibrated the glass as they passed, and Hinata couldn’t help but smile at the open display of joy and happiness she never really saw back in her home country.
Beside it was a full gym, complete with gym goers lifting weights, sprinting on treadmills and pumping iron.
She found this fascinating too.
She’d never been inside a gym before.
At the fourth room, Hinata couldn’t help but stare longingly at the spa, her gaze lingering on the massage tables and the women nearly comatose beneath the slow moving hands of the masseuses.
If only…
Her favorite, however, was a jungle themed pool room, complete with overgrown plants, forest ambiance, beautiful flowers and thick tree leave ceiling canvases she wasn’t sure weren’t real. The center feature was a huge, deep floor pool designed to look like a pretty pound. The water was a blue so clear it reminded her of the veteran’s striking eyes, and surrounded by vivid green grass she was sure couldn’t be real despite appearing the opposite. Vine-like ropes hung from the canopy above and more than a few children and young adults used them to swing into the water. Inside a spattering of alcoves in the ‘forest’ were elongated jacuzzi’s built into fancy daises that replicated gorgeous flowerbeds of exotic plants.
The entire scene reminded her of the little pound she never got to swim in back in her country.
To say she was impressed would be an understatement.
Hinata had never seen outdoor activities placed indoors, at least, not to this extent and certainly not outside the four corners of a television screen.
But, that wasn’t really saying much in and of itself.
Even though she’d been in this country for nearly five years, Hinata hadn’t really seen much of it at all.
Money, time and the possibility of being caught kept her sufficiently boxed inside a monotone routine of work to home and back again.
She was mildly disappointed when they reached a set of elevator doors at end of the hall, and stepped inside, though, her desire to see more incredible rooms took a back seat as she came face to face with the superyacht bobbing gently on the water’s surface. The elevator chute was made of glass, and as they sank lower than the ground floor, her heart began to beat faster and faster.
Because it wasn’t just the ship that was impressive.
It was the fact that her date was standing on the deck of the superyacht, and from the subtle movement of his head, watching her elevator descend.
She was nearly breathless as the elevator stopped, the doors opened and they were once more on the move.
Headed, unmistakably, for the yacht.
Her world focused, tunneled and narrowed to one blonde haired, tattooed man.
A scattering of really big, really serious looking men dressed much the same as security stood in his orbit, but, beside his tall, bulky frame, Naruto Uzumaki stood more like a mountain amongst oak trees. He broke from the line of men as she drew closer, moving to stand within the open break in the railing where the wide, shiny gray boarding plank, complete with a fancy, red carpeted pathway, lay between the yacht and solid ground.
Waiting for her…
Watching her with that intensity that always left the seat of her panties wet as she walked towards him….
Hinata knew she was in trouble.
She could already feel Hot Pants Hinata coming alive, making herself at home beneath her skin, pouring rippling waves of attraction, of lust through every sensitive point of her body.
Her eyes moved over him without her permission.
Sliding over his broad shoulders, and the big hands wrapping around the railings, bracketing and caging the entrance she was heading towards with the thick strength of his arms.
Hinata had never seen a man built the way Naruto was…
His brick built torso was wrapped in a fitted orange t-shirt that left little to the imagination, seemingly serving only to highlight the tantalizingly deep lines, peaks and hard slabs of his sculpted upper body, from raised pecs to ripped abdominals and thick brawny arms. His tattoos were vibrant and exposed beneath the sunlight, standing out in beautiful hues against his tanned skin. Designs twined from the back of his tatted fingers, covered the entirety of both arms, disappeared beneath the short sleeves of his shirt, and curved up the sides of his neck.
His midsection was compact and trim, tapering into his narrow hips in the classic v-shape Ino often drooled over. There wasn’t an inch of belly fat that she could detect, not a single roll to be found anywhere on him and Hinata couldn’t help but feel down right flabby compared to the ironed discipline that had shaped this man’s titanium stomach.
Deep gray sweat shorts, looser than his shirt though flirting with enough tightness in key place that brought a blush to her cheeks, sat low on his hips, the drawstring cords holding them up dangling right over the slightly raised spot of one of those key places that had her face brighter than the sun.
Unbidden, Ayame’s teasing rang in her ears.
‘ …if his hands and feet are anything to go by, the biggest di- ’
Feeling moments from melting into the paved floor beneath her, her eyes searched for a distraction that, unfortunately, wasn’t much better. His shorts were on the longer side, but still a couple inches short of his knees, giving her an eyeful of gym built thighs that looked like they held the hardness of tree trunks and the power of a stallion.
She swallowed as another round of heat touched her in place that were highly inappropriate…
Ino was a v-shape girl, loving that sharply cut proportion from shoulders to hips. Tenten swooned over a man that kept his hair brushed, shiny and long. Ayame was partial to men with a ‘tight peach’ rear end, while Kiba was addicted to washboard abs.
Hinata…was only just beginning to uncover out what type of girl she was in terms of men.
Arms most likely, hands only recently thanks to the man before her, but thighs…
She didn’t really know how to explain that one…
Her eyes dipped, partially looking for another distraction—partially looking for more attributes that made her tingle.
His calves matched his thighs, something Kiba mentioned in passing was important during one of his gripe sessions on men that skipped leg day. Hinata didn’t think Naruto had ever skipped any days in his entire gym going life.
She looked down, hoping for some part of him that was safe to look at but…
His orange flip flop feet were…big…and…
‘… if his hands and feet are anything to go by- ’
Her full body blush kicked up another two notches, so bright she was sure it could be seen from space.
Heaven help her…
She truly didn’t know if she could make it through this date without melting into a puddle at his feet.
In a last ditch effort to peel her gaze away from his body, she snapped her eyes up to his face as she followed her guide up the plank, only to find herself blindsided by the knowing grin etched on his lips as he slid a pair of fancy hued sunglasses, that were colored a faded sunset orange at the top of the lens that melded into a very light shade of honey golden before vanishing to nearly white over his eyes.
Even with this thin film over them, she could still see his eyes crystal clear.
And yet…with the sun reflecting off the orange they looked…almost red to her.
“Uzumaki-san,” Shiseru greeted with a bow, “your guest.”
Naruto didn’t acknowledge the woman, and Shiseru didn’t seem to expect him to because she turned, bowed to Hinata in the ensuing silence, before rounding the flustered, blushing young woman and descending the plank.
Alone.
Leaving Hinata with her date. On a superyacht. At a massive resort in a new city that-
His presence cut through her building anxiety like a hot knife through butter, his shaded eyes demanding her attention even through the tint of his lenses.
She was back in the dinner all over again.
Struggling to breathe as his beefy body consumed the invisible circumference any reasonable individual would designate as her ‘personal’ space.
She startled as he took her arm in his big inked hand, then slid down towards her delicate hand.
Soft pink touched her cheeks as he raised her now captured wrist, eyes never leaving hers as he pressed his lips to her skin.
She wondered idly if he could feel the tremor that ran through her as he lingered longer than he had last time.
He felt it.
He didn’t mention it, but the cocky grin curving his lips, and the distinctly amused rumble of his raspy greeting,“hey,” was more than enough evidence to deduce he’d felt it and was pleased by it.
Without a doubt, she was in big trouble with this man.
“H-Hi,” she replied, too enraptured to cringe at her telling stammer.
He didn’t mention that either.
His hand shifted, cupping her palm in his rougher one as he took several steps back up the plank, tugging her forward as he moved, his piercing gaze more than the muted strength of his grip coaxing her to follow him fully aboard the yacht. His hand kept her steady as she stepped down the three low steps onto the deck, and wasted little time in drawing her even closer to him once she crossed the threshold until she stood toe to toe with him, their bodies just shy of touching.
The scent of something earthy and masculine hit her senses, intensifying the haze her mind was currently steeped in. She could feel that charge between them now more than ever, no longer tingling like sparks of electricity along her skin, but vibrating her entire body like the thunderous roar of a lion primed for attack.
She didn’t startled this time as his other hand made contact.
Gliding a soft line up her other arm in tandem to the thumb sliding over her fingers of the hand he still claimed ownership of.
His head dipped, placing his next words whispered right at her ear, “time to sail, baby.”
His statement tapped on the little bubble of arousal she’d been floating in, but it wasn’t until he pulled back and led her towards the inner sanctum of the vessel that her mind began to clear.
Sail.
He was taking her sailing on a superyacht as a first date.
‘ Let. That. Man. Spoil. You. ’ was Kiba’s sage advice, but still…
She was a bit overwhelm with all of this…
“N-Naruto,” she called out, tugging on his bear sized hand wrapped around hers.
He stopped and turned, fixing his eyes on her.
Nervous beneath the sudden spotlight of his attention, she forced out , “I-I thought we were going to a movie…”
“We are,” he said, his blonde head nodding at the double doors leading into what looked like a really fancy, all cream lounge dotted other patrons eating, drinking and conversing on long, comfortable couches and starchy white uniformed staff members serving them, “movie’s in there.”
She blinked.
“Oh…” she murmured, hesitating a beat before delicately stating, “I thought we were…um going to a regular theater…t-this is, um…a lot.”
She cringed inside, feeling as ridiculous as she had protesting his obscene tip.
“I don’t do shit half-assed,” he told her, crowding her smaller form, his callous fingers stroking her long hair behind her ear, and sending sparks of sensation down her spine, “and I don’t fuck around when I know what I want. I’m all in or I’m out, there’s no in between.”
She could read between the lines, his unspoken but glaringly obvious words sending her stomach for a loop.
He wanted her.
And he was pulling out all the stop to ensure he got her.
He leaned in, invading her personal space with the heavy intensity of his own, “I’m not about those types of games. I know what I’m worth, and I’m not gonna play broke.”
That last bit made her feel even more ridiculous.
It did seem…silly to pretend he wasn’t exactly what she thought him, a man of great wealth that wasn't interested in hiding it nor hesitant to share it.
He paid the entirety of her rent and light bill this month with his ‘tips’ alone after all…
Maybe her protests were more about being…intimidated by his wealth, or perhaps she hadn’t completely grasped just how wealthy he truly was quite yet.
“You wanna play cat n’ mouse a lil longer, then we can do that, I’ll take you to whatever cheap theater and run down restaurant you want,” he continued, the rough timbre of his voice setting her lady bits on high alert, “or we can get on the yacht and have a good time. Up to you if you wanna be wined and dined, baby, I’m down for whatever.”
Her next blush was pure, unadulterated embarrassment.
When he put it out there as plainly, as bluntly as that, her complaint sounded even more foolish than she felt, and it didn’t help that he was willing to accommodate her foolishness by taking her somewhere else that held the stench of the Konoha slums she was most comfortable around.
She couldn’t look any more insecure and childish if she tried.
Chastened, she shuffled her feet, ducking her head as she whispered, “w-we can stay here.”
He cupped her chin in his rough padded fingers, thumb stroking just at the corner of her lips.
Hinata couldn’t look away even if he didn’t have hold of her.
“Not tryna buy you or whatever you think this is,” he told her, blue eyes boring into hers, “only thing goin’ on right now, is me showin’ you a good time, ‘ttebayo.”
She startled at that, ready to deny she’d thought that, but…couldn’t really.
Not without lying.
The thought had crossed her mind, more than once, when he left her those tips, and even though she had expected to be spoiled, the thought had crossed her mind as she rode to the resort.
He dipped into her space abruptly.
Filling her senses with his heady scent, banishing her thoughts all together as his lips ghosted past hers on the way to her naked ear, his voice a deep rumble along the exposed shell as he murmured, “let me spoil you for a little while, Hinata.”
Her name on his lips was sin.
His words an incantation enhanced by Kiba’s demand.
‘ Let. That. Man. Spoil. You. ’
She knew he felt his words, his voice , move through her.
That his softly gliding fingers tracing her arm detected each and every little earthquakes erupting through her body, and took them as the answer they were to his whispered words against her ear.
He let her breathe, stepping back but snagging her hand as he moved.
‘I’m in trouble,’ she reasserted as he tugged her with him.
Exhaling, she glanced at the solid wall of his muscle lined back and power stacked shoulders stretching tangerine fabric in front of her, carmine touching her cheeks as her eyes dipped lower-
She looked away, out over the railing of the yacht towards the busy resort.
There was a long line of people crowding the double doors leading from the resort, slowly making their way through metal detectors, bag checks and ticket confirmation. Watching the slightly nightmarish crush of people, Hinata realized distantly that this was the non-VIP entrance for the superyacht boarding that she skipped entirely.
Considering the hassle, and the sheer distance those in line would have to walk after getting through check-in to board, Hinata already considered her self well and truly spoiled.
She couldn’t imagine what else Naruto had in store for her…
A door opening not far from the VIP elevator caught her eye.
A group of men, built much like the ones that had stood like a security team around her date earlier, stepped out lugging huge, heavy looking wooden crates, of what, she couldn’t rightly say. She assumed they were apart of the resort staff, though they weren’t wearing blue and gray, or the starchy white uniforms some of the sailing crew had on. Solid black like the security officer, but she didn’t see the word ‘security’ on their shirts, but considering the ear pieces on the ears, and the guns strapped to the belts, Hinata could only assume they were some level of security.
She watched them as they marched towards a boarding plank that led to the bowels of the ship below them, her eyes touching on the bits of orange interwoven in their dark ensembles.
Earrings, piercings, arm bands and even tattoos, there was an accent of orange on each-
Every nerve receptor lining her body erupted into high alert as he tugged her ahead of him, and exchanged their interlaced fingers for an open palm just above that dip in her spine.
She was back to breathless in instant.
Hyper aware of the sheer size of the hand splayed across her back, heart pounding against her ribcage as its heat permeated through the thin material of her dress.
Dimly wondering how she’d survive the night at this rate.
Something she was learning early on was that Naruto Uzumaki was a physical man and he wasn’t afraid to touch her.
His touches were intimate, but not alarmingly so.
Tender and smooth despite the roughness of his hands, coaxing her to move and respond rather than using his greater strength to propel her where he wanted, though, she was starting to believe that the former was far more dangerous than the latter…
He stood beside her, dark silky crown level with his bulging bicep, his towering height and beefy mass making a mockery of her tiny stature as he pointed into the distance and announced, “we’re having dinner out there.”
Following his arm, she peered into the distance, her eyes widening as they lighted on an island.
It was small, but lush, boasting vibrant green landscaping and surrounded by palm trees and outlined by beach sand. What captured her attention and held it was the dazzling structure built directly into the high rise mounds of earth that made up the surface of the island itself.
She couldn’t make out much detail, but it looked even more breathtaking than the Eden Bay Resort.
A cool breeze swept over her flushed skin, the closeness of the man beside her, the subtle stroke of his thumb along the fabric of her dress nearly lost as the sun glistened brightly, silhouetting the distant patch of land in shimmering light.
The sheer extravagance of their dinner reservations sat waiting for a later moment of panic.
Right now.
At this very moment.
Hinata was enraptured by the sea, undeniably excited to sail topside rather than hiding out in the bowls with only four wooden walls as scenery for several mind-numbing weeks on her way to this country.
He moved, letting her feel the solid steel of his body against the right side of hers.
Cheeks aflame as he dipped to speak just below her ear again.
She didn’t know what it was about that spot, about his deep, raspy voice rumbling in that spot, but every time he spoke to her right there, her insides turned to mush.
He had to know that, had to realize what he was doing to her.
The trembling quakes returned as he murmured, “It’s called Paradise, and when we get there, I’m gonna take you-”
“Uzumaki-san, excuse the interruption.”
The bursting of the sensual bubble he was weaving around her was as abrupt and jarring as a car crash.
They turned, though not as one.
Her quick, embarrassed and slightly startled, Naruto sedate and, she thought, a bit annoyed.
An older man, one she immediately thought had to be the captain of this massive vessel, and not just because his pearly white ensemble was more elaborately designed than any of the crew, or that his hat was the classic cut of a sea captain.
He carried himself like someone of significance, his chest puffed out, withered face touched with a dash of arrogance.
At least.
Until the veteran at her side fully turned, crossed his arms as he leaned back against the railing and gave the weight of his attention to the elderly male.
Hinata watched the exchange curiously, eyes bouncing back and forth between both men.
There was some sort of undercurrent running between the two, what it was, she couldn’t even begin to guess. Perhaps the captain was intimidated by Naruto, she could certainly emphasize with that, though she wasn’t sure why Naruto didn’t seem receptive to the man’s presence at all.
His silence was a bit intimidating, and bordering on rude if not for the physical acknowledgments.
Clearing his throat, and tugging at the stiff collar at his throat, the man repeated, “a-again, please excuse the intrusion, Uzumaki-san, but when they told me you were here, I wanted to come and personally welcome you aboard.”
The scarred blonde inclined his head, but said not a word.
Swallowing, the captain turned to her instead.
“Captain Disonasu, ma’am,” Captain Disonasu introduced himself with a bow
It was even more embarrassing being addressed as ‘ma’am’ by someone that was, at the very least, three times her age, as it had been with Shiseru.
She returned the bow, opening her mouth to introduce herself in return, only for Naruto to finally speak.
“Captain, ‘perciate you comin’ through personally, but you probably got more important shit to do than small talkin’ with me,” Naruto drawled, and though his delivery didn’t sound rude, especially with the wide grin pasted on his lip, the wording didn’t sound all that friendly, more like a dismissal than anything, especially when he continued, “come find me when you got more time, and we can shoot the shit at the bar.”
To her surprise, the captain looked pleased by the comment, a gleam she recognized but couldn’t place, lighting his dark eyes, thin lips stretching into an anticipatory smile as he said, “yes, yes of course, we’ll talk later. Please, enjoy your trip to the island, and if there’s anything you need, any problems with accommodations, do not hesitate to ask for me by name should the staff prove unhelpful, and we’ll sort it out to your satisfaction.”
A short chin lift from the blonde was his answer to that.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to this lovely young lady,” Captain Disonasu conceded, “I look forward to our chat, Uzumaki-san.”
She watched him leave, wondering at the interaction.
“Kiss ass,” Naruto muttered, finding her spine with hand again, “likes to rub elbows with people that got deep pockets. He knows I don’t like him, but tries his luck anyway. Guys like him, are always looking to be near power, always tryna get more even when their hands are full.”
She turned, tilting her head up and up some more to find his eyes behind his shades, glaring at the retreating man.
“Oh, um, I see,” she murmured faintly.
She didn’t really.
Hinata barely had two yen to rub together.
Although...
There was someone like that back in her old life.
Someone who wore the same gleam as Captain Disonasu, who’s only goal in life seemed to be placing themselves in close proximity to her family’s influence and power-
“They’re gonna start boarding soon, need to get to the theater before they come pourin’ in here,” Naruto said, ushering her forward with a bit of pressure.
She moved with him towards the lounge, sneaking peeks at the rough-looking men they passed on the way.
They walked by the pool built into the deck on their way inside, and while it was nowhere near as impressive as the jungle themed pool, it was still very pretty.
The low drown of conversation and relaxing music washed over her as they entered the lounge. Staff members bowed as they passed, wishing them a pleasant trip and inquiring if they needed anything. By the time they broke through the smiling faces and overtly accommodating demeanors, Hinata had a pretty solid understanding that her big, blonde, scarred date was actually a very big deal, his presence treated like one would an A-list celebrity.
Past the bar of the lounge and through a porthole door was a set of short corridors and gleaming floors.
They took the one on the right, and met with another roped off door and single security guard with the same velvet rope set up.
And just like in the resort, they passed through without resistance.
Inside was an elevator.
It was much smaller compared to the one she rode in earlier, crafted into a circular chute with glass windows illuminated by soft cyan light that moved like the inside of a lava lamp. Closeted in the tube with her veteran, his hand even lower on her back, Hinata could barely think beyond that pressure, let alone appreciate the beautiful shifting of the glowing hues surrounding her.
However.
As they reached the ground floor and the doors opened, Hinata found herself enraptured all over again.
There was another lounge, this one shades of creamy tan and hardwood brown.
There was a bartender behind the bar but no patrons, and only three stools. It was clearly a private space meant for a small subgroup of VIP patrons, but what truly held her attention was the crystal clear glass windows giving her an unimpeded view below the beautiful surface of the sea.
Colorful fish, vivid plant life, a doting of sharks, and even an octopus drifting lazily in the current.
She moved without forethought, wanting to get a closer view of the tranquil scene.
His hand on her drew her up short.
She glanced back, her gaze silently questioning.
“Gotta better view for ya, baby,” he told her, tugging her across the lounge.
She paused as they entered the little hall of her ‘better’ view, her wide eyes watching fish swim lazily overhead.
It was like the aquariums she saw on television, though, she assumed the top was a digital screen, however, she couldn’t really be certain of that as there didn’t seem to be a break in the side tube to the transparent ceiling above her.
She wandered to the railing, leaning over to touch her fingers to the glass.
It was deceptively thick beneath her fingers and cool to the touch.
She couldn’t help but smile as a school of tiny fish drifted by. She watched them swim, fascinated by the unique and colorful creatures gliding by, wishing this had been her view in the bowels of that old rickety ship.
Turning, she opened her mouth to marvel at the ‘better view’ he’d taken her to, only…
His eyes were already fixed to her.
Or rather, the generous swell of her rear end, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity she didn’t need subtitles to understand.
She blushed, fidgeting as she, politely, shifted her behind until she was full facing him.
Hinata dipped her shy eyes to her sandaled feet.
Inside, Hot Pants Hinata preened.
She wasn’t offended, or repelled by his…lascivious study of her, especially since she’d ogled him all the way up the boarding plank earlier, it was just…
Naruto Uzumaki, as he told her before, never did anything half way.
Beneath the weight of his unabashed desire, the intensity of it, it was hard not to be a little overwhelmed.
“Gonna take a wild guess and say you like this view better,” he remarked, closing the distance between them, unrepentant and unashamed to have been caught starting at her butt while she was watching the fish.
“Yes,” she agreed, finger bumping in an effort to calm the fluttering in her stomach.
He was on her before she could gather herself fully, crowding her against the railing, the heat of his body sending sparks along hers, the fine hairs on her skin standing on end as though she stood in the calm before lightening struck.
His presence was the lightening.
Vibrating along her nerve endings, sending sparks through her body as though she were the perfect conduit for his brand of high voltage electricity.
The scent of his cologne filled her senses as his tatted hands found the railing on either side of her, his muscular arms like a brick built cage around her.
His hard form hovered just out of range of actually touching.
The small gap between them more arousing than it should be.
She held her breath as he dipped, mouth level with her ear.
“You think this is something,” he whispered to her, right in the spot that made her tremble, “wait till you see what else I got planned.”
His fingers glided down the smooth skin along the back of her arm, echoes of the sensation mirrored across the hard points of her nipples, sliding through her wet folds to the throbbing button between her thighs.
“Gotta lot to show you tonight,” he crooned.
His raspy, baritone words coated in dark amusement, setting her ablaze all over again.
Reaffirming what she already realized early on.
She was in deep trouble with this man.
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Sessakag~
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