Good God...
But where did he could have passed...
Goren remembered well having put it in his bag.
So where did he could have passed...
Goren exasperated emptied his bag again.
But he wasn't there.
- Is this what you are looking for...
At Eames' breath brushing against his ear, his trunks in front of his eyes, which she held in her hand, and her small breasts brushing against his back, Goren jumped, blushing violently, his heart beating rupture in his chest.
Damn it...
How was it that he hadn't heard Eames enter the cabin, nor had he heard her approaching him.
It didn't make sense.
And how could Eames have his trunks in his hand.
While he was desperately looking for it.
All of a sudden it clicked.
It was she who had stolen it from him.
It looked like one of hers foolishness to make him go crazy.
But why had she taken it...
And especially when.
Goren had seen nothing.
This was definitely not possible anymore.
Eames exceeded the limits.
He had been patient enough.
And he was seriously getting tired of it.
Eames had never really seen him get angry.
It was better for her not to wake up the storm that was rumbling inside him.
Because then she would be afraid of him.
- You want me to help you put it on...
At her words, Goren almost choked.
Help him to put it.
Eames was provoking her without any restraint.
She could not have said such a thing.
It could not be possible.
And yet...
- So you want...
A violent anger rose in him.
Enough was enough.
There was no way Eames would do this.
She better not.
Or even have that simple idea.
Goren still remembered Eames' audacity in the pool...
When she had slipped her hand into his swimming trunks...
And she...
Supposedly to see if it was true that cold water prevents a man from getting a hard-on.
At this memory, Goren was inflamed, his blood was boiling in his veins.
And his member reacted.
Good God...
It was absolutely necessary for him to pull himself together...
And forget about the little she-devil at his side.
It was easier said than done.
In rage, he grabbed his trunks, and turned around, facing her.
- Don't you dare... Eames plastered a big, mischievous smile on his lips, making Goren twice as angry. And get out of here.
Oh...
The gentleman was not happy at all.
And yet...
How desirable Goren could be when he was angry.
Eames could easily calm him down.
And she knew how.
Eames lifted her face to Goren's, her big hazel eyes glowing with that little flame, and walked over to him.
Ah no.
Eames wasn't going to start his nonsense again.
- No... Alex.
Damn it...
Goren had to put some distance between them.
But in this booth...
It was impossible.
And he was on the opposite side of the door.
So if he wanted to run away...
It was impossible.
- Why are you doing this...
No, but what a question.
Why was she doing this...
She couldn't have been more clear.
She sighed, exasperated.
So Goren still hadn't understood anything of her numerous attempts.
So she had to show him.
Here...
And now.
- And you have nothing to do here.
The more Goren raised his voice, the closer she got to him.
Eames was not afraid of him.
On the contrary...
How could she be afraid of someone who never used violence.
And she knew him too well.
He would never use force with her.
So how could she be afraid of him.
Arriving at her height, Eames stopped, bit his lip with envy, moved his finger to her chest, put it down, brushed it, and slid it along her stomach.
- Are you sure?
Goren's whole body was inflamed.
But it couldn't last.
And Eames had to be stopped.
And right away.
- What do you want in the end...
What she wanted...
Eames stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her small breasts against his mighty chest.
- You still haven't guessed... Eames brought her face close to his, her lips coming dangerously close to his. Or should I show you.
At his words, Goren burst into flames, his face scarlet.
Eames wasn't going to...
She wouldn't dare.
Her lips were so close to his, almost brushing against them, her little breasts brushing against his torso, that even through the fabric he could feel the little tips of her nipples.
My God...
This was so exciting.
But he absolutely had to pull himself together.
And above all not succumb to the charm of the little temptress.
No.
He must not succumb to her impulses.
Or else...
He would hurt her.
Eames was too small compared to him...
This could not be.
Goren took a deep breath, tried to calm the beating of his heart.
He put his hands behind his neck, on Eames' arms, trying to push them aside.
But impossible.
Eames was well hung to him...
Did not let go…
Was holding on.
- Bobby...
Goren stepped back, the little blonde still hanging around his neck.
He heard a cracking sound, and a violent pain appeared in his ankle.
Goren bit his lips to stifle his cry of pain, but winced in pain.
Shit.
He didn't have owed miss himself, to feel such pain.
And all this...
It was because of this she-devil of Eames.
At the features of Goren's face distorted by the pain, Eames became concerned, realizing that something was wrong.
She pulled her arms away from his neck, stepped back, and looked at him, concerned.
- Are you okay...
Of course not...
And it's all your fault.
Goren wanted to scream at her, but held back.
To play...
As she was playing with him.
Sooner or later...
It had to happen.
But at the worry on Eames' face, all his anger vanished.
If Eames hadn't tried something yet...
None of this would have happened.
Why...
Yes, why.
Did he forgive her for all her foolishness.
He didn't understand.
Didn't understand himself anymore.
He should have been angry with her.
But no.
Good God.
What the hell was taking him...
- I think I sprained my ankle...
Eames stepped back, shaking his head in denial.
No.
It couldn't be possible.
She had managed to hurt Goren with her attempts.
Good God...
This was not what she had wanted.
But what could she do...
She was in a two-piece swimsuit in his cabin...
And he was in his swimming trunks.
It would look suspicious.
Especially since she was on the man's side.
- I'll have to ask Logan for help.
At her words, Eames was overcome with immense panic.
No.
Goren was not going to tell Logan to come...
While she was here.
If she was discovered here...
My God...
Goren couldn't take his eyes off Eames, whose panic was evident on his face.
He put a small, satisfied smile on his face.
Holds... Holds...
Was the little she-devil panicking at the thought that she is found here.
That was good to know.
He could take revenge for everything she had done to him.
It was very tempting...
But he wouldn't do it.
Seeing her in this state of panic didn't make him laugh.
And he wanted to reassure her.
- Very well... Goren indicated with his hand, his shirt, and his pants to Eames. You'll have to help me get dressed.
Helping him get dress...
Goren wasn't serious.
Eames stepped back, shook his head in denial, his face scarlet.
- My ankle...
Oh...
So that's what it was about.
Having injured his ankle...
Goren needed her help to get dress.
- Don't worry... He threw the trunks in her arms. I keep my bathing suit.
At his words, Eames' face relaxed.
- But... I'll have to go to the hospital...
The hospital...
My God...
So what he had on his ankle was serious.
And it was her fault.
If she hadn't had fun seducing him…
By being so insistent.
Nothing would have happened.
- Alex...
At Goren's questioning voice, Eames snapped out of his thoughts.
- You're helping me...
Eames nodded, she went to get the shirt and pants Goren's, and walked towards him.