The moment wealthy executive Brack Fargo sets foot in Rio to establish a new marina, his life becomes complicated. Used to sophisticated lovers, his world is turned upside down when the magnetic and oh, so sexy deckhand, Serge walks into his life.
His new lover soon teaches him how down and dirty they do things in Rio.
Brack Fargo ran a hand over the small dog tucked under his arm and strolled toward the old office he currently shared with French’s Cruises with the smell of paint from his new high-rise building still tainting the sea breeze. He’d found he’d liked the idea of living in Rio and moving his head office from California to Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district, had been a sensible decision. After all, he did have reliable people to run his stateside businesses and could fly back if necessary.
The loss of his longtime secretary and best friend, Sue had forced the move. He needed her and trusted her to keep him sane, but she’d insisted on moving to Rio to be with her new husband. The creation of a marina with Sue to oversee the work in his absence had been essential to keep her in his life. Now he’d tied up all the loose ends and settled his future plans—well almost. He craved to have a particular man in his life and if he planned to reel in his dream lover, he needed to be in Rio armed with the right bait.
Pausing outside the office door to Fargo Marina, he gazed toward the berths and visualized his new sailing boat, his bait of choice, moored in the premier position. He moved his attention to the number of berths already in use and smiled with delight. A brilliant investment, if I do say so myself.
Inside the office, Sue was on the phone discussing the virtues of his marina with a potential client. Rather than disturb her, he strolled to the window and stared down the long, bleached wooden walkway beside the pristine rows of yachts to the graceful man working on the deck of a schooner. Serge
A gust of wind tumbled his dark blond hair, streaked from long days at sea. The Rio de Janeiro sun glistened over his sweat-soaked body, tanned to a golden brown. His gaze drifted across the distance pinpointing the handsome, chiseled face. He visualized the man’s blue expressive eyes and the fullness of his lips. Oh, man, how he longed to nibble the day-old stubble on his chin and flick his tongue in the corners of his smile.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, overwhelmed with an ache to sink his fingers into the silky mass falling to the young man’s shoulders. He inhaled. The smell of seaweed mixed with the ocean’s brine drifted through the window and their earlier meeting came to mind. Serge’s preference for expensive French cologne surprised him. Its citrus fragrance mingled with his natural musk and drove him crazy with the need to bury his nose in his neck.
He leaned a shoulder against the window frame and watched Serge secure the rigging with the skill of many years at sea. His cut-off jeans displayed strong thighs and the way the frayed fabric melded to his muscular ass—Dear God! He chuckled and glanced self-consciously at Sue. The man had become an obsession. He turned his attention back to the eye-candy outside and gripped the window ledge.
Serge made him hard with one glance of his sapphire eyes. Brack bit his bottom lip at the memory of their lingering handshake. The warmth of Serge’s callused hand and the way his long fingers, burnished by the sun, curled around his palm. He groaned and his balls throbbed at the thought of the man’s rough thumb circling his cockhead.
Shaking his head to clear the image of Serge stretched out naked on his bed, he chewed on his bottom lip. Did he have a snowflake’s chance in hell with a younger guy? Sure, they got on well enough together. How often had he discussed the latest soccer game with Serge? Okay, so they had sports in common but little else.
With a sigh, Brack contemplated the situation. For a start, Serge had to be five years his junior. The man of his dreams lived in a different world and had a different class of friends. What chance did he have to fit in his ‘live every day like it’s your last’ attitude toward life? As much as he wanted to run off into the sunset with him, he had a business to run and people who depended on him.
As if the man had read his thoughts, Serge lifted his head and flashed a brilliant smile in his direction. Without a second thought, he smiled and returned the man’s wave. His face grew hot. Damn, he knows I’ve been watching him.
His idea to build a new marina in Rio had not only become a financial windfall, but the on the job requirements had benefits as well and kept him in contact with Serge on a regular basis.
He pursed his lips. Serge was a free spirit who ran with the wind and the sea was in his blood. Tying him down and keeping him on land would be like putting an eagle in a cage, so he’d use other means. There had been a buzz between them from the start, although, to his chagrin, Serge had remained an elusive butterfly—a very sexy butterfly. He wet his lips. That gorgeous man is out of my league.
“Mr. Fargo, are you drooling over Serge again?” Sue French, his very capable secretary, slipped her hand through his arm.
He patted her long, slim fingers. “Darling, he has me in the palm of his hand. The trouble is I don’t think I’m his type.”
“You’re in Rio now.” She ruffled his short curls. “You need to relax, grow your hair, and lose the suit. He likes you. But I know for a fact, Serge hates society types.”
Turning away from the window, he led Sue to a chair. He slid one hip on the edge of the office table and balanced Petal, his Chihuahua on his lap. “Thanks to you my business is flourishing and I have clients coming out of the woodwork. I have a position in life, Sue, an image to protect. In fact, I like who I am and what I’ve achieved. Sure, I’m attracted to Serge, but I’ll find myself a man sooner or later.” He grinned. “Don’t worry about my love life.”
“You can’t fool me.” Sue eyed him critically. “But far be it for me to intrude.”
She can read me like a book. He laughed. “Ah, well, I can dream.”
“Serge has worked with Sam for a long time and I doubt he’ll want to join your company. We all have equal shares in our boat and Sam has fed many clients in your direction. I know of four berths at least in this marina belonging to his friends. Don’t you think if you try to steal his employees it will cause trouble between us and I want us to remain friends. I’m afraid Sam is much like you when it comes to business. It took me ages to convince him I could work for both of you at the same time. He didn’t want us to share an office, you know.” Sue drummed her fingernails on the desk. “Maybe you should forget Serge and look elsewhere for a summer fling.”
“What and ruin my investment?” Brack ran a hand through his hair. “Not a chance.”
Sue’s husband, Sam ran a romantic cruise service for couples from Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district. Brack knew Serge’s commitment to his partner in the business, Sam French, was one of long standing. Brack believed his luck had changed for the better the day French married his secretary. She had needed a man in her life almost as much as he did.
How many years had Sue been his secretary and mother confessor? Ten? Life had been normal before French had moved her to Rio then all hell had broken loose, followed by a string of secretaries he didn’t want or like.
“When are you moving into the new office?” Sue inclined her head.
“Yesterday.” Brack winked. “My personal assistant is holding down the fort while the new staff settle in. The computers go in tomorrow, so you can start on Monday. Can you imagine having your own staff again?”
“Oh yes! And a personal assistant too. What’s he like?” She leaned toward him. “Sexy as hell, I bet.”
“Spectacular, darling, but unfortunately, he has a boyfriend.” Brack glanced out the window and wet his lips. “Although, I think my tastes have moved to the more rugged type of late.”