It’s the one person who wants him too. Brittany. I love her, but she has the worst timing. He moves quickly to the fridge, and I move to the shelf to put the last glass away.
“Oh, hey, you two. I didn’t know anyone was still up. I finished folding the laundry and now I’m in need of a bottle of water before bed. Marco’s chicken reggaes made me so thirsty. But the sight of you is doing the same thing.” She smiles widely at him before she continues on.
“Yes, my mouth is dry too.” Glancing over at him, I see his eyebrows rise as a smirk covers his face. Thank goodness Brittany’s nose is in the fridge.
She says over her shoulder, “Captain, I put a basket of your clothes on your bed. They’re all washed. Did you want me to come up and put them away?”
“Good night, ladies.” He doesn’t even answer her and I internally laugh.
Ugh, thanks, Brittany.
“Night, Captain,” I reply.
He shuts the door as Brittany turns around and says, “Is it just me or is there something going on between you two?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s the captain.”
“Yes, but I’m not blind. Don’t play the dumb card with me, girl. You can see how gorgeous he is and as much as I flirt with him, he shoots me down, but he looks at you like he could eat you up.”
Opening another cupboard, I try to look like I’m trying to find something. I can feel my face heating up from discussing him at all, let alone talking about whether he wants me.
“Yes, he is good-looking. But I’m his employee and you know what he said, no screwing around between the staff.”
“I know what he said, but can you say you haven’t fantasized about him…eating you up?” Her eyebrows tell me she is quizzing me, trying to get me to admit to something.
“Stop, that’s not happening,” I reply, holding my legs together to dull the ache I’ve been feeling since he left.
“Okay, if you say so, but I can tell he wants you so I say go for it.” She loops her arm with mine. She finishes with, “Let’s go to bed.”
* * *
We’ve just left the dock in Nassau and are headed back to Miami. We have the rest of today and night of sailing before we’ll tie off, long enough to let our guests off. Immediately following we are taking off to Newport, Rhode Island. From what the other crew members have told me, we are usually docked for at least twenty-four hours, getting the boat back into perfect condition for the next charter guests. But since we need to pick them up at a different location, we will be cleaning while moving, though we get the day to relax once we hit our destination.
I’m down changing the sheets on the beds when my walkie-talkie goes off, “Lunch is served for all staff down in the crew galley,” Marco announces.
Even though I’m starving, I only have two beds left to strip and remake so I’m not stopping until I’m done. Ann makes her way down to help me finish up. I appreciate how nice everyone has been to me. From what I read online before I came onboard, some chief stewardesses can be a nightmare to work for.
Lunch is over for us and our guests. After dishes are done, I’m told to head out to see if the ladies who are sitting in the sun want anything.
I notice both Muriel and Bertha are in cute one-piece swimsuits, each having a little skirt attached to their bottoms. They are the exact same suit but different colors, one’s in purple and the other in red. Kendall on the other hand is in a bright-white two-piece, which makes her stand out even more than she already does. She’s gorgeous.
“Hey, ladies, can I get you anything to drink out here in the hot sun or maybe a cool cloth?”
“Honey, you got any sweet tea?” Muriel asked.
“We do.”
“Oh, that does sound good, make that two,” Bertha states.
“Make it three, but I’ll take mine with a lemon in it,” Kendall says, looking up at me in her big sun hat and glasses.
Walking back in to get the drinks, I glance up to see him in the window. I stop briefly to gather my thoughts before I push myself forward; sliding open the glass doors, I head toward the kitchen. The picture of him in his kelly green oxford shirt, against his copper tanned arms and face, makes him look even hotter, and now it’s forever embedded into my mind. Along with his muscular arms which are folded against his hard chest. And did I mention he is in those sexy aviator sunglasses again?
One must fan themselves when you see all that.
My back is toward him when I walk back out, and I want nothing more than to turn around and see if he’s still there, but I can’t and don’t…at least not right now. What I need to do now is deliver these drinks without spilling them all over the deck.
“Here ya go, ladies.”
I set both Muriel and Bertha’s glasses on the table between their lounge chairs. They’ve been playing Scrabble while sitting there.
“This is just how I make it,” Bertha says, after taking a long swallow.
“It is good, isn’t it?” Muriel replies, after her first sip.
They both seem pretty satisfied as they sit back in their chairs again. I set the last drink down on the other side of Kendall, when I hear Muriel giving her friend grief about how she’s playing their board game.
“Seriously, Bertha? You come up with that word off of SPECIAL…”
I look over and see PENIS. I try not to giggle.
“What? It’s a word, isn’t it?”
“Whatever, it’s only seven points.”
“Who cares, it’s a word.”
I can’t help but stand there for a second watching them. Muriel goes next.
“EPIC…eight plus I have a triple under P so I get fourteen points.”
“Showoff,” Bertha replies. “LUST…five points because I have a double under U.”
Muriel rolls her eyes at her friend as she starts to play her own tiles.
“PARENTS…nine points plus I get the fifty extra bonus points.”
She is all proud of herself as she starts picking up seven new tiles.
“Well, you aren’t the only one using all her tiles.” Bertha starts spelling her word out loud, then says, TESTICLE…it’s twelve points, there’s a triple under L and the fifty bonus points, so take that.”
Both Kendall and I can’t help but crack up.
“Jesus, lady, you need to get yourself a man.”
“I pray to him every night, so you leave Jesus out of this. He knows what I need.”
“Well, you clearly need a man the way you’re spelling their body parts. So, I think you need to pray a little harder.”
“Wait, that’s an eight-letter word, I thought you only got seven tiles?” I question, which clearly is the wrong thing to do.
“See, I knew you were cheating,” Muriel says.
“Oh, hush up. I’m not a cheater. Are you three sheets to the wind already? I used all my tiles and the eighth one is off of your word.”
“I’m sorry. I have no clue how to play that game.”
“Clearly,” Muriel huffs out.
Kendall and I started laughing all over again, as the two of them continue going back and forth. I take a quick glance up at the man in the window.
“Girl, why don’t you just tell him you like him already?” Muriel scowls at me.
“What…I don’t…”
I don’t get a chance to reply before Bertha chimes in, “We can see how you stare at him when you don’t think anyone’s watching. And if you don’t think we didn’t hear or witness the flirting going on at the table last night, girl, you’re crazier than she was…” She hooks her thumb in Kendall’s direction and she laughs.
“Don’t even try to deny anything with these two. They are like the FBI, they don’t miss a trick,” she giggles out.
“There’s nothing going on between us.” I try blowing off their words.
“Who’s the stubborn one?” Bertha wants to know.
“I think it’s him. After all he is the captain, so he’s got to act like he�
�s all in control of his actions,” Muriel huffs.
I can’t help but think of last night, and how his control was tested for sure, actually both of ours was.
Saved by the bell, or the walkie-talkie, and it couldn’t have been better timing. Excusing myself, I make my way down to the laundry room so I can help with folding it before we need to serve dinner in a couple hours. I have to pay attention to the sizes and who wears what; since we do everyone’s clothes, it’s important they all end up with their own belongings to wear.
“Last load!” Brittany shouts out to me. I stand with my back toward her as I fold the last of the guys’ shorts before she comes at me with a bunch more.
I pick up the black boxer briefs in front of me and start to fold them. “No sniffing them,” she says, smiling. “I mean I wouldn’t do it…or maybe I would.” She laughs before walking back into the room to pick it up.
“Why on God’s green earth would I ever smell the guys’ underwear?”
“Because they aren’t just any one of the guy’s underwear…they are the captain’s!”
Holding them up I look at the size, 34 (L), is on the tag. I think that’s a good size, right? The pocket where his dick goes seems to be a bit stretched out…Hmmm…. He’s so fit, I didn’t want to stop touching him last night, and now I have his underwear in my hands. I take the next article of clothing out and it’s one of his white captain shirts. I hold it in my hands for a couple minutes, staring down at it. Maybe I should hide it, I think, I prefer him shirtless anyway. I giggle to myself. Setting it aside, I need to finish the rest of this so I can press his shirt and get it up to him.
I walk upstairs until I reach his door. Knocking once, I wait to hear his voice tell me to come in before I enter.
“Hello, I’m just bringing these up for you. Where would you like them?”
“My room is fine; you can put them on my bed, I’ll take care of them later.” He hasn’t even looked up; it’s probably for the best. Less confusion that way. He’s looking over the iPad he works from at times. I’ve seen it in his hands on several occasions over the last couple of weeks.
Walking through the doorway, I look around before moving forward toward the bed. I stop again when I see his bathroom off to the left-hand side. There are those damn gold fixtures again.
What the hell is wrong with the company that built this boat?
“You can put them down and go take a closer look, if you’d like.”
“Umm, no I’m sorry, I’ll just leave these here and go.”
Quickly I place the pile of his clothes on the corner of his bed and place his pressed shirts that are on hangers next to them. I think I’m going to walk out of the room all calm, cool, and collected of my thoughts, but that doesn’t happen. I don’t even get fully turned around when I hit a brick wall instead…named Captain Reed Nichols.
Chapter Seven
Reed
I try really hard to focus on the iPad in my hand but when she walks in, her scent of sweet vanilla passes my nose, and I am a goner. The need to be close to her outweighs anything else I could have been working on.
Standing behind her, I watch her for a couple of minutes before I move closer. I can see her looking at my bathroom; she really doesn’t like some things on the boat. Her little nose wrinkles often and I have found myself liking it. She’s adorable when she doesn’t think anyone’s looking.
I offer to have her put the clothes down so she can get a better look, but she refuses, so now I have other ideas.
Moving even closer, I whisper against her exposed neck. Her hair is up in a loose clip, giving me full access to her.
“You look stunning today, Maci.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes moved down to look at her feet.
My hands find her hips, while my fingers dig in as soon as they feel her body. Pulling her close, I want her to feel the reaction my body has with just the sight of her. Her ass hits my hardness and I’m instantly even harder than before. Fuck, my dick is aching so badly to be inside her, yet at the same time I know it shouldn’t happen.
“I’m having a terrible time staying away from you.”
“I can see that or should I say, feel that.”
“Oh, Sweet Pea, you haven’t felt anything yet. If I was inside you, I’d give you the feeling of being ready to combust. I’d be balls deep in, yet I’m still not sure it’d be enough with you. So, tell me, have you ever had a man give you that feeling before?”
Her head falls back against my chest, her hands find the top of mine, holding them in place and her eyes close. I can’t help myself; my tongue finds the side of her neck that is completely open to me. The access is mine for the taking, so I do.
“We have a problem here, don’t we?”
“Probably.” She smiles with her eyes still shut.
“And what’s our problem, Sweet Pea?” I need her to say it, so I know we’re on the same page. Nothing is worse than assuming you are, only to find out you are completely on opposite pages or worse than that, you aren’t even in the same book. So, I want to hear the words come out of her mouth. Well, that isn’t the only thing I’d like to see come out of her mouth, but I can’t get ahead of myself. One step at a time.
Watching her bite her bottom lip with her top teeth only makes me want to kiss her even more than I wanted to before. Her tongue slowly slides out before she speaks any words.
“We have a lot of sexual tension going on between us. Don’t we?”
“We do. The question is, what do we do about it?”
“What do you think we should do about it?”
“Don’t answer me with a question. That’s called deflecting and I want to hear your answer.”
“I know what I’d like to do but I don’t know if we can.”
“It seems that we might be on the same page then. But just to be sure, why don’t you tell me what you’d like me to do next.”
“Ummm, I want you to kiss me.”
I kiss her neck again and I turn her to face me; we are leaning in to take that exact step. I’m staring down at her lips, and then back up at her eyes to see if she is still with me on this decision. Her hands have found the back of my neck, allowing her fingers to thread with my short hair in the back.
Pulling her body so it’s flush against mine, my lips slightly brush hers and there’s a knock at my door…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! She immediately pulls away, turning her body back away from me and the moment is lost. I haven’t had this feeling before and yet; I can’t even act on it.
I have been waiting for a time today when we were alone again, so I could give her back the article of clothing that invaded my dreams last night. They were in the basket of my clothes Brittany left; I knew they weren’t hers because I had fished them out of the water on the day of our first charter. I knew exactly whose they were. So, before walking out, I grab the neon green panties from my nightstand, dangle them from one finger, and display a smirk.
“Oh, my God, you took them.”
The shocked look on her face tells me she really believes I did.
I can’t even hold back my laughter. “No, Sweet Pea, you left them in my pile of clothes the other day. So technically you gave your panties to me. Only I didn’t know we were at that stage yet.” I chuckle again at the expression of shock on her face. Technically I don’t know who folded the clothes and accidently gave them to me, but it’s definitely fun to mess with her.
“I did?”
“You did. If I’m being honest, I would have liked to have seen you in them first, then I would have taken them off you so there was a reason for them to be left here.”
I leave her with her mouth in the shape in an O, as she stuffs them in the pocket of her shorts. Stepping out of my room, I need to adjust myself, willing my cock to retreat; in the end I decide sitting at the table is the best idea when another knock comes.
“Come in.”
“Hey, Captain, I’m wondering what time you think we’ll be at port in
the morning?” Rob asks.
“We’ll be there early, tie off, and then dock while our guests wake up and have breakfast, then they’ll be off. I’m shooting for around eleven for us to start making our way up the coast to Rhode Island.”
“Oh, hey, Maci, I didn’t know you were in there.”
“Hey, I was just putting away the captain’s laundry. But I have to get back down to get ready for dinner service with our guests, so if there’s nothing else, Captain.”
It is an open-ended question. I want to say, “Hell yes there’s something else. I want to devour you, so if you could be in my cabin at midnight, that would be great.” But of course, I can’t, so I don’t.
“No, thanks, Maci. I’ll be having dinner with our guests tonight, so I’ll see you down there soon.”
She walks out and I’m left with only Rob. We discuss a bit more of what will go on in the next twenty-four hours and a bit about our next charter as well.
“I’m on late service tonight with Ann and Brittany, so if you need anything let me know.”
“There is one thing…keep Brittany out of here. Please. She’s a bit much, and I can’t deal with her right now, but after our guests are off the boat, I’m going to have a meeting with Marie, her, and myself. I’ve been wanting to, and I think it’s time.”
“Gotcha, Cap. I’d say you might be in luck though; she seems to be into Eric. They’ve been flirting back and forth hard over the last day or so. Maybe she’s finally moved on,” he chuckles, as he finishes his sentence.
“Yeah, one could only hope.” I laugh back. And I mean that too. She needs to get her shit together or she won’t be on the boat much longer.
Rob walks out and I’m left to my own thoughts. It’s Maci who invades them when I should be checking the weather and other items that need to be looked at, I can’t help but think of her. Walking back into my room, I start to put away my things, trying to keep my mind off of the sexy stewardess.
My afternoon is spent with George, Ben, and Tripp up here shooting the shit about everything that happens on a boat. So, I get nothing truly accomplished then either, other than little things when I am explaining to the old timers about what everything is on my large dashboard. I am able to get in where other boats are en route to us, and of course I make sure we are on course to our destination, though the engineers down below also would make me aware if something is off, so I know we are good.
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