"Do you need help?"

Santana turned to look at Charlie who seemed a bit earnest, as he moved to help her up the boarding ramp. "No. No—I think you did enough." Santana rolls her eyes when he smirks and puffs his chest out. Of course, he was pleased with himself, why wouldn't he be. He had turned her into a mess earlier today, working her body like no one had before. She hadn't wanted something slow and gentle and he had more than delivered on that as he rocked her body to more orgasms than she could remember. He was by far the best lover she had ever had, and she certainly wasn't going to let him slip out of her fingers.

Charlie nods as he takes a seat on one of his deck chairs. He had been bit concerned that he had hurt her earlier, but if Santana's moans and the scratches on his back were any indication she had enjoyed everything he had done to her. They would probably would have continued if he hadn't run out of condoms. Even then he had a feeling that if he had pushed Santana would have let him forgo the condoms. "Well, you know where to find me if you want to go another round or six."

Santana glances back at him, he seemed so sure of himself and all she wanted to do was pop that damn bubble of his. "What makes you think I'm coming back?"

"I never said you were, I said that I'm here if you want to have sex with me again," Charlie responds easily. He reaches into his cooler to pull out a beer.

Santana frowns slightly he was an ass, but she didn't want him for his boyfriend skills, she wanted him because he was good with his hands, and his dick, and his mouth, plus he had an insane amount of stamina and staying power. But even still she was used to her bed partners being a bit more docile and grateful that she was willing to sleep with them. She needed him to want her, to chase after her a bit. Which meant that she would need to resist him a bit. "If I do decide to come back, the words I ran out of condoms shouldn't leave your mouth." Santana snipes back adding an indignant huff as she stepped onto the docks and began to walk towards the parking lot.

He smirks as he watches her go taking another sip of sip of his beer. "I'll pick some up tomorrow."

Santana scoffs at this like she'd be coming back that quickly, he was full of something, quite possibly shit. She's about to comment on it when her phone rings shrilly and rolls her eyes at the caller ID. Pushing the button she answers as quickly as she can. "Hey Mami."

'Don't you 'hey Mami' me. Do you have any idea how worried we've been?'

"Relax, I was hanging out with some friends and my phone was off." Santana rolls her eyes.

'Your phone is never supposed to be off. That's why we pay an inordinate amount of money—'

"Look, can you save me the lecture? I'm fine. Everyone else is fine." She glances over her shoulder and blushes when she catches Charlie's curious eye.

'That's not the point, Santanita. College campuses can be dangerous places. It's not safe for you to just galivant—'

"Great, thanks Mami. I'll see you when I get home." Santana cut her off, ending the call as quickly as possible and placing her phone on silent. It was juvenile but Charlie was listening and he already thought she was some child. She didn't need her overprotective parents making this any worse.

Charlie smirks when Santana turns back to him. "Trouble in paradise?"

"No. Just—overbearing parents."

"Overprotective sounds more accurate." He notes. He would know his mother still called him every other day when he was out here to make sure he hadn't died in a boat accident. Parents, the universal pain in the ass.

Santana waves him away, "Whatever, remember what I said." She sniffs indignantly as she walks down the marina, trying to get away from him. Her parents would probably call again and the last thing she needed was for him to think that she was nothing more than a baby. It would be odd considering the things he had done to her hadn't been innocent, but she didn't need him losing interest because he thought she was a child.

She slips into her car and looks down at her phone to see her parents calling again and grits her teeth in annoyance. How dare they? Do they not trust her? She's eighteen. She doesn't need to tell them everywhere she's going and she's sure as hell not going to abide by some curfew or childish rule. She's an adult and she'll get it through her parents' skull if it kills them. She leaves her phone behind and storms out of her car, slamming the door behind her as she stalks back toward the boat.

"Forget something?" Charlie grins as she steps back onto the boat. "I thought you had to—"

"Oh no. I'm not going home now. We're going below deck and I'm going to give you a blowjob." She announces.

"Uh—" Charlie asks the smirk slipping off his face as Santana marched down the boarding ramp and onto his boat. It wasn't that he was against getting blowjobs but having a woman who seemed annoyed at something anywhere close to his dick when there were teeth within close proximity didn't seem like a smart plan. He watches her for a moment trying to figure out his next move, as she reaches to grab him and tug him back into his boat. "If you want to stay the night you can. You don't need to blow me to do it. And I really don't have anymore condoms."

Santana frowns that was not something that she had expected, no guy had ever said no to a blowjob from her before. It was enough to let Charlie's arm go and she sits in one of his lounge chairs again. Sex was easy, she could do sex and she watches him grab another beer and take a seat. "What the hell is your deal?"

Charlie flicks his attention to her for a moment. "Huh?"

"I mean you're clearly an asshole—"

"Guilty."

"But I don't get why you're being so nice to me."

"I'm not. You're angry and while I'm okay with having angry sex, I generally avoid having my penis near a girl's mouth during that time," Charlie explains with a shrug. He holds his hands up before Santana could say anything. "I don't have anymore condoms Santana, and even if you say you're on the pill, did you take it this morning? Do you have it on you to take some tomorrow?"

Santana opened her mouth and then closed it, scowling at him. He had a very good point, "You're right. I don't want to get pregnant. That would ruin my life."

Charlie made a face at that statement. "Thanks."

Santana turns to look at him and realizes she might have offended him but shrugs it off. "A baby right now? I'm eighteen. Do you want a kid right now? Exactly. I want to go to university, I'm not saying your baby would ruin my life I'm saying a baby would ruin my life." Which is why her parents despite her abuela's strong objections had put her on birth control the moment she had been physically able to have children. "I can't wait to go to Yale, then I don't have to deal with this shit all the time."

Charlie takes another sip of his beer, "Yes you will. As long as they're paying for everything then they're going to have a say in your life. Most of the guys that work with me are self-sufficient, yeah, their parents check in on them, good parents worry nothing you can do about that. God knows my mother would listen to the news and then freak out about some super infection or rather. In fact, I should call her to inform her that I didn't sink to the bottom of the ocean." He gets up, "You're free to stay of course but if I were you, but we're not having sex, I've got work tomorrow."

Santana sighed, he had a valid point. Maybe getting a job would cause her parents to ease up a bit. She flicks her eyes to Charlie for a moment before smirking

~?~

"Uh. Mr. Fabray, sir?"

Charlie pulled the sander away from the hull repair he was working on and tilted his head pulling out his headphones. "I've told you to call me Charlie a million times. Mr. Fabray is my dad. You're lucky there was lull in the music what's up?" Charlie asked Bamboo turning to him. The guys generally sent him to deliver bad news. He assumed that they thought he wouldn't rip into him.

"We've got an application."

Charlie frowned and glanced at the paper in his hands for a moment, "I don't know why that's a big deal just put it on my desk—"

"It's your—stalker," Bamboo interrupted holding the paper out. "The girl at the bar the other day?"

Charlie snatched the document away from him and poured over it. "Seriously?" He pauses when Bamboo flinches and makes a face. "Sorry Bamboo, just I'm surprised is all. Tell Ken that he's going to tell her no—never mind if Ken does it I'll probably be sued for discrimination or something. I'll handle it."

He waits a minute, mulling over his options. He didn't actually need another secretary, Ken basically did all that work. Giving Santana the job would be a pain in the ass and he had a feeling she'd insist that they sneak onto the yachts and have sex. He sighs and heads to the store where his office was located. He nods at Ken who was talking to a prospective client before slipping into his office and closing the door. He grabs the phone on the desk and dials the number that Santana had written down and pinches the bridge of his nose.

'Whatever you're selling I'm not interested.'

Charlie groaned inwardly, "You applied for a job at North Sails?" He can practically here grin from here and he resists the urge to bang his head on the table.

'Charlie? Well this is a nice surprise, I didn't think you were in charge of hiring. There went my surprise. Did I get the job? That was quick—'

"You didn't." Charlie interrupts. "You didn't get the job, that's why I'm calling. You're not qualified. You don't have any experience with sailing, so they can't hire you to give classes, you don't have any lifeguard training, which is a requirement. We already have two secretaries, but I mean if you really want a job I can put in a good word for you at one of the catering places—"

'I applied for this job, I don't want a job catering—' Santana huffs and Charlie can practically see the disappointment and irritation etched on her features.

Charlie sighs, "Look, I'm sorry Santana but there's nothing I can do. I know you want a job here where you can push the boundaries of sexual harassment but this is where I work and not only do I like all my fingers, I'm pretty sure you do as well. Though maybe if you take some lifeguard classes you can get a job here next year."

Santana scoffs. 'Don't flatter yourself, your fingers aren't that good. I was taking your advice and trying to become self-sufficient. I still don't want to make minimum wage.'

Charlie massages his temples, he needed to stop giving advice. "You're not going to be making minimum wage, you're going to be getting a couple hundred bucks for working six to eight hours, plus making tips. I mean some of the old guys on the boat get a bit handsy but all you need to do is mention it to the guys and they'll talk to them." Santana doesn't say anything, "Plus their uniforms are better than ours, do you really want to wear the company polo and swim suit for the rest of summer?"

'Wait, I have to wear what you're wearing for the rest of the summer?'

"Yes Santana, it's my uniform. Even when we're in the water we need to have our logo and something identifying us that's different." Charlie relaxes for a moment he had finally hit something that Santana would seem to have a problem with.

'You would really put in a good word for me at the catering place?'

"Well as long as you promised to try your best, I think that's all anyone can ask for," Charlie says after a moment. "I'll walk your application down to the place during lunch alright? It's not that far."

Santana nods and then remembers that he can't actually see her, 'Right. Thanks Charlie.'

"Your welcome—"

'Also, don't forget the condoms—you know what never mind tell me your brand and I'll pick—"

Charlie hung up the phone. He wasn't going to have that conversation at work. He leans back in his chair for a moment, wondering what exactly he had gotten into. "You always get me in trouble don't you," he mutters to his dick glaring at it. Santana was a pain in his ass, as far as he was concerned he should be running and not looking back. He's about to get off his chair and head back to work when his phone goes off and he sighs pulling it out of his pocket. If it was Santana then he was going to ignore it and head back to work. He grimaces at the name on the phone but answers it. "Sir."

'Your sister needs a job.'

"Frannie has a job."

'Your other sister. It's come to my attention that Brittany wants to take a gap year and she wants me to fund her attempts to find herself.'

"So, let her lounge around the house and find herself, I don't see what the big deal is. I took a gap year, I run a successful business and I'm graduating probably at the top of my class. MIT is practically salivating over her they'll wait a year."

'You didn't ask me to pay your way when you took a gap year, you survived on your own and I fulfilled my duty in paying for your damn education. Besides it was cheaper I wasn't paying for two kids at the same time, for at least a year. Now Lucas is off making his own money, Frannie's making her own money. You've been making your own money for awhile and if your mother hadn't pointed out how unfair it would be to make you pay for your own tuition when I was paying for Lucas and Frannie's you'd be paying your own way not saving every penny you've earned in your own little fortune. How much have you made personally this year?'

Charlie sighed, deciding to change the subject. He made more than enough money. "Brittany doesn't know anything about sailing, and it's Brittany. Tell her to go intern with Frannie or bother Lucas."

'I already tried that.' Russell huffs, clearly annoyed. 'She didn't do well, Lucas lasted about a week but Frannie fired her the first day.'

"Why am I not surprised?" Charlie chuckles to himself.

'If it makes you feel better, you're her favorite.'

Charlie snorted at that statement. That's not how he remembered it. He was just the poor sap that generally had to take care of his younger sister because Lucas and Frannie didn't want to do it. "I'm not living with her, and she's not working for me. The last thing I need is mom calling every five minutes to make sure that Brittany's still alive and telling me to look out for my baby sister. Send me her resume and I'll see if I can get her a job catering. I don't have time for that headache."

'Charlie, she's your sister.'

"And an adult." He reminds his father. "You made all the rest of us get jobs as teenagers. I was twelve."

'And a terrible skateboarder. You were going to kill yourself, I did you a favor.'

"Again. Not working with her and not living with her." Charlie repeats. "Pay for her first months rent and then tell her she's on her own. She needs to get used to living on her own."

Russell scowled, 'I didn't raise you to be stubborn. I raised you to do what I say, so quit being so stubborn.'

"Dad. I have sex on my boat, I invite girls over to my boat and I have sex with them. I can't do that with Brittany around. She needs to live on her own, she'll realize she doesn't like it and she probably won't end up taking a gap year. I'll take care of her, but I'm not babysitting her for a summer. You can get a place nearby or rent out one of my house boats. There's an empty spot next to my boat."

Russell sighs heavily, 'Do I at least get a heavy discount?'

Charlie snorted, as his mother informed him he took after his father in certain ways. "Of course not, in the end I'm helping you out, and I'm not even really getting paid for it, Brittany gets a discount because she wouldn't be able to afford a houseboat for the summer. I'm losing money in this endeavor." It was more work than he wanted to do, he doubted Brittany would be able to maintain the houseboat so he'd need to come in and check on her.

'No one likes a shrewd businessman.' Russell scoffs, despite the fact that Charlie knew there was pride underlying the words.

"Yeah, well it takes one to know one." Charlie scoffs.

'Speaking of which, your mother and I will be attending a charity event on one of your yachts at the end of the summer. Someone is attempting to impress me. I think they believe that by going to you that I'll be impressed, or they think I have some sort of soft side—'

"You played dress up with Brittany until she was like seven, not to mention you gave her whatever she wanted despite the fact that you made the rest of us work for everything. We know you have a favorite. You have a soft spot, but it's okay because he probably has no idea who I am. It's not like I go around introducing myself as Charlie Fabray here of all places. Look, whatever deal he's angling for listen to it. However, he treats me, well I know how to handle myself."

'Tsk, this doesn't bode well for him. I know everything there is to know about who I do business with, I know he has a daughter. Santana or something, papers not around to check but if you're going to be seeing him around—'

"I'm not your spy," Charlie interrupts. "Besides I don't deal with customers, look. I've been swamped with work and doing repairs, so are you going with the houseboat or a normal apartment? I can make some inquiries when I go—"

'Get the houseboat set up and send me an invoice. You need to watch your sister like a hawk. I don't want to hear of her getting into any trouble. So, no boys.'

"Or girls?"

'I don't care about the girls, they can't get her pregnant. I'll have Lucas drop her off in three days. Get it done. Also—make sure it's the cheapest houseboat that's still comfortable. She's my baby-girl, and if anything happens to her I'll hold you responsible.'

"Yes sir." Charlie responded before ending the call. He groaned inwardly, and began to pull out files, Brittany meant more paperwork and more chores, it was a pain in his ass is what it was. He would need to go over his rules with Brittany. He didn't care if she used her last name, but he liked being anonymous around here. He needed to make sure she understood that.