Fun Below Deck

Chapter 6

Dom.

I stand shocked, Arabella’s juice still on my chin. Her taste is still on my tongue. I have never I all my time wanted a woman more than I do right now. This is absolute heaven.  

God the sounds she made, the way she moaned my name. How can a woman be so perfect. The way my tongue fitted inside her I can just imagine what it would feel like to be buried deep in her. I could spend the rest of my trip here in this room doing the same thing every day.  

But I can’t. I can’t mess up her job. To think her radio was still connected to her hip. One wrong move and it could’ve hit the button and all her crew would’ve heard us. Shit! How could I be so stupid. Yet I still want it. I want her.  

I go and wash my face refusing to brush my teeth again. I want the taste of her to last as long as possible. I don’t even touch the drink she brought me down. Did she know this would happen? Is this what she hoped for?  

No, it couldn’t be. I give myself a shake and get ready for the evening.  

When I make it up to the dining table it is beautifully decorated. White sand laid in the center into little swirls with seashells wound round it. Glass cylinders filled with water and floating tea lights circle the center. They really do go all out for the decorations yet I’m the only one of us boys to really appreciate this value.  

Zara is the first to greet us and I’m slightly disappointed it’s not Arabella.  

“Evening gentlemen. Please take a seat and the first course will be brought up shortly.” She talks whilst she pours our first glass of wine for the evening.  

To be honest I’d prefer scotch. It does say on my preference sheet what I like to drink and I’m sure they’ve read them. It’s the whole reason we have preference sheets.  

Arabella appears from nowhere with a scotch in her hand. I can sense her before I laid eyes on her. She changes the room even though she cant tell. It’s really attractive.  

We lock eyes and she smirks at me. I'm guessing that’s good she doesn’t fully regret what we done. But maybe this is part of her masterplan. No, it couldn’t be. She doesn’t come across as a gold digger and I can tell she has so much authority here. Arabella doesn’t need no man.  

“Dom,” my name on her lips sends me straight back to her writing under me, “You're drink.”  

When she bends over to set the tumbler on the table her scent fills my nose and I cant help the low growl that escapes my lips.  

“Thank you. You did read the preference sheet.” I glance at Zara to show my irritation.  

“Of course,” she lays her hand on my shoulder and I can feel the same zap that I felt when our tongues danced with each other.  

We spend the rest of dinner talking among ourselves. But every time Arabella appears my full attention stays with her. She can definitely sense my staring because she always manages to meet my gaze.  

Each time my smile widens.  

“Ok gentlemen. Dinner is finished and you are more than welcome to take your drinks elsewhere while my crew clean up the mess.” She stands with her hands clasped together and I cant help but feel her finger trailing down my length.  

We follow Arabella up to the roof top deck, here there’s a hot tub in the center. A sofa wraps around the back and at the front there is a mini dance floor with a couple of standing tables. This yacht is beautiful. I have never been on one this big before. Business has been generous this last year, so I decided to treat my boys for the next six months. Music starts to play on hidden speakers.  

I made sure when booking this trip that we were able to party. Normally I order girls to come to the boat and they like the dance floor but I'm sure I could convince the Captain to let some of the workers enjoy themselves too then just maybe I can get closer to Arabella.  

Arabella disappears after taking the drink order. Yet she never asked me what I want.  

She returns shortly with two trays balanced in each hand. Everyone’s orders are on one tray and a bottle of tequila, six shot glasses, a saltshaker and a cut lime on the other tray.  

All my boys cheer in appreciation for the extra mile she's taken. To be honest I cant help but be impressed. When Zara was taking drink orders, she wrote them all down but yet Arabella manages to remember everything. Even when a couple of the boys have ordered three different drinks at the one time.  

Sexy, talented, smart and authoritative. This woman will have me in love and on my knees within a week.