Aria goes through with the plan

The next day, Aria was left on an old schooner. The engine was busted so there was no way she could use it to escape. She perched on the bow, wishing she was at least given a towel to cover up. Fortunately, the clouds protected her from being scorched by the full intensity of the sun. She lay about listlessly, waiting for the alleged billionaire playboy to come by. At least I’ll have a killer tan when this is over, she thought to herself.

The castaway was drifting in and out of sleep when she heard the rumbling of a motor in the distance. She stood up and held her hand over her eyes to get a better look. The boat looked like it was made of solid gold. This was her target!

Aria flagged the yacht down by waving her arms in the air and jumping up and down. She could feel her breasts jiggle every time she landed and became acutely aware that she was waving down a stranger while being buck naked.

The yacht came to a halt next to the decommissioned schooner. On deck were a couple of girls sunbathing in skimpy bikinis. They stared at Aria without saying a word. Aria waved to them and smiled. They ignored her and went back about their business, which was doubly insulting because they were doing nothing to begin with.

Aria waited around until a tanned man in short cropped dusty blond hair came out wearing aviators, a Hawaiian shirt and board shorts.

“Why hello there!” He greeted in a cocky tone. He then pulled down his shades to get a better look at the stranded woman. “My oh my, my eyes DID NOT deceive me!” The man cried out. “What is a pretty, naked thing like you doing out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Would you believe engine trouble?” Aria asked.

“And your clothes?”

“Well, if you let me aboard, I could tell you about it!” Aria offered.

The man grinned. “You have yourself a deal!” He held out a hand to help the lady board. Aria took it and hopped over to the yacht. The man pulled the hand up to his lip and kissed it. “Lucas Dillon Berkshire, the third. Pleasure to be your rescue,” Berkshire introduced himself.

“Aria Murphy,” Aria replied with a polite smile. “Pleasure to be rescued, Mr. Berkshire!”

“Call me Lucas!” The billionaire replied with a jovial grin.

“Then you can call me Aria since we’re being so chummy!” Aria responded.

“Well since we’re so chummy, we ought to share some drinks!” Lucas decided. “Girls! With me!” Lucas snapped his fingers and went back into the yacht. The sunbathers obediently followed suit. Aria took that as a cue to follow as well.

The inside felt like an apartment loft. There was a general area for traffic to flow through with a space for the kitchen, a small entertainment nook and separate rooms for beds and washing up. Lucas had everyone gather around the kitchen area where an imposing black man was fixing daiquiris. Aria noticed a bulge in his pants in the shape of a gun. He looked her over and gave her a sly grin. Aria nervously smiled back.

Lucas took the fresh batch of daiquiris and filled cups, handing one over to Aria. She took it and drank. It was strawberry.

“So,” the yacht owner said, after a sip of his own drink. “I believe you owe me a story.”