Chapter 2 The Art of the Chase

"All right, James, you'd like some advice on how to approach women, wouldn't you? Here you go then."

Beside me, I could hear him protesting, but I didn't listen at all. Leaning forward onto my knees, I motioned for the two closest women to approach. One of them had a very cute Mediterranean appearance, with long blond hair flowing down her back and a little red bikini that left no room for interpretation. The other one wore a black flowing top over her swimsuit, which further accentuated her incredibly long legs. "All right, take notes James."

"Hey Blondie," I purred.

"Luke, how are you today?"

Naturally, I was under no need to identify myself-in fact, I never really did. My photos would have been on every society page for any self-respecting gold digger. "I'm doing well. How are you two?" I winked and grinned. They laughed and looked at one another, taking pleasure in my concentration.

"Yes, we're alright. By the way, my name is Amelia, and this is Sarah, my friend."

I made intense eye contact with each woman as I shook their hands, taking far too long. As long as they could get part of my attention, none of them objected to me spending time with the other female.

"Are you having fun at the party, then? Really, isn't it enjoyable?"

"Oh, it's fantastic. We really appreciate you inviting us."

"It's even more amazing to have you two to gaze at." I looked at James in an attempt to make him say something. He could at the very least attempt to imitate my compliments and flirting body language. Since they were practice women, there was no need to be anxious.

"So, what are your occupations, girls?" I had to use all of my strength to keep my head from falling into my palms. In a really dull manner, Blondie started talking eagerly about hair and makeup items while droning on about her beauty salon. This was a huge mistake. The women were more likely to make inquiries after learning more about me, and I wanted to be mysterious. I didn't want any information about myself to be known. It was all intended to be a moment of sensual pleasure.

"All right, girls," I felt obliged to say at last. "Would you mind returning to the bar for a few drinks? We need to talk. In a little while, I will come over and take you." Although Blondie appeared upset, her pal didn't appear to mind. That attitude was pleasant, and I enjoyed it.

"What did you just do?" As the females walked away, James yelled. "It was going really well... she was speaking to me."

"You asked her too many questions, and she was talking at you."

"I only asked her one." His look of complete confusion made me laugh. Did he truly fail to grasp it?

"One is too many. Before you hook up, you don't want to learn too much about her."

"Why not?"

I grinned at my companion as I leaned back. "I can only teach you so much. On the weekend, you should visit the Lights Out Club. Then, I can show you more. There are plenty of women in the VIP area that are itching for some fun. His brows knitted and his lips lifted.

"This weekend? Actually, I wanted to inquire whether it would be okay if I took this weekend off. I promised to attend my sister's children's christening. I did ask you some time ago."

"Don't worry about it, you did, of course. You do deserve some time off, and I dimly recall you asking me today. You go enjoy yourself. The following weekend, I'll teach you how to get with the women.

Sarah continued to stare at me, her eyes gnawing at my chest. She was really attractive and seemed to share my reluctance to divulge personal information. She was also open to having a good time. In order to take her below deck, I needed to finish this up.

"Thank you so much, boss. I truly appreciate it." James smiled at me appreciatively. "And I'll do whatever the hell you want me to do the following weekend."

I got to my feet, gave him a joyful pat on the back, and then raised my arms to let my t-shirt rise. I enjoyed flaunting my body whenever I could because I had worked hard to earn it. I would have taken it off sooner if the wind hadn't been so strong. "All right, buddy, if you understand, I'm going to go show Sarah around the boat."

He laughed as I gave him a wink. "All right, see you in a bit."

Sarah came to my side in an instant after I simply lifted my eyebrows at her without even speaking to her. For a brief time, I threw my arm over her shoulder and claimed her as my own. As she moved, she swung her hips, but she kept her mouth tightly closed. She was a calm, seductive, and fun-loving woman, just like myself. I gestured to the stairs as I watched her pass in front of me, causing my pants to stir.

I had it completely made-this was the life. What on earth would make me want to be married? Since my life was so ideal, why would I want to alter a thing about it? It was utter madness. Why would I want to consider anything else when I had a life that made people jealous?