Fun Below Deck

Chapter 8

Arabella.

God I'm exhausted, I glance at the clock and its 2:30 am. These men can bloody drink. Unfortunately, I can’t go to bed until they do.  

“Right Dom, I’ll see you in the morning mate.” Leo finally announces.  

That just leaves Dom. Shit!  

My elbows are keeping my tired head propped up on the top deck bar. Dom has put away a full bottle of scotch, the rest of the men has drunk two tequila bottles, three crates of beer and a bottle of vodka.  

When we next dock I will have to order more drinks if we don’t run out by then. Yes, on their preference sheets it said they want the bars well stocked, and I doubled my normal drink order, and it still isn’t enough. How they were still standing is beyond me.  

Leo trips on thin air, “Oh we must’ve hit a wave.” He chuckles at himself.  

I roll my eyes; we are anchored in the middle of the ocean. There was no wave.  

Finally, he manages the stairs, so I head over to where the two were sitting and start collecting the glasses and empty beer bottles.  

“Sit with me,” Dom reaches for my hand.  

I snatch it away, “There's cameras up here.”  

“Does the captain check them every night?” I can see the mischievous look in his eyes.  

I shake my head.  

“Then sit with me,” he tugs my arm and I almost fall into his lap. But I correct myself and slide onto the seat beside him.  

He pushes the stary bits of my hair that has fallen from my ponytail back. This moment feels very intimate, and I can’t help but lean into him.  

Our lips brush and I feel him shudder beneath me, but then the air is cool at night in the middle of the ocean.  

“You are doing things to me I didn’t think possible,” he cups my chin and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip. Just the same as earlier and my panties get damp.  

I sigh, “We cant keep doing this Dom. I could get fired.”  

Its like my head and heart are fighting against one another, or I'm the angel and he’s the devil tempting me to fuck my whole life up. I've never felt an instant attraction like this before, but another season one of my crew fucked a guest and she was fired instantly. Got a water taxi to shore, hasn’t been seen doing another season yet. Her career was over for a quick hook up. Rumor was he wasn’t even worth it.  

“I promise I won't fuck up your job, Arabella. I just can’t stay away from you. Literally my body is on fire begging me to touch you.”  

Oh my, a man who can talk the talk. I'm sure he has said the same thing to hundreds of women. I'm no one special.  

“I want you to touch me Dom, the problem is my job. We are on day one and this has happened already. How can it be kept a secret when I work with so many people. Its impossible.” I lean back, trying to put some space between us.  

Dom leans over, “Arabella please don’t fight this.”  

I blink and next thing I know we are making out like a pair of love-struck teenagers getting their first make out session and I've ended up straddling him.