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“You didn’t have to hurt him,” Charlene says before turning away, leaning over a rail looking out over the dark ocean. The crowd disappears as quickly as it formed and I wait for a security detail which never arrives. A chilled wind makes me shudder, and my previous anger dissolves into regret as I go to Charlene, putting both my arms around her.
Her body shaking with what I think must be bitter tears, but when she turns to kiss me, I can see she’s actually laughing about it.
“I shouldn’t laugh.”
“I’d do it again,” I tell her, “You’re mine, nobody else’s.”
“I am,” she says proudly, “That I am.” And I scoop her up, carrying her back to my cabin.
Our cabin, to continue what we should have instead of coming to a stupid dinner.
Chapter Eleven
Charlene
Fortunately, the Captain’s sympathetic to Max’s efforts at protecting my honor, and it’s the crewman who finds himself in hot water instead for making a guest uncomfortable.
There’s also a few cases of food poisoning among the passengers at the Captain’s table the next day, including the Captain himself. Giving us both the perfect excuse to stay in our cabin as we only go along with the story as it’s put to us both.
Dad calls and then calls again, sounding more and more preoccupied with his own business problems every time we talk. The Captain filled him in on the run in Max had with the crewman and he only mentions how glad he was that Max was with me.
I couldn’t agree with him more, and thank him again for the trip, and for having Max come with me.
After a day or two the Captain inquires after us, but it’s agreed. We don’t ‘feel well enough’ to take him up on his hospitality, and he’s understandably disappointed but seems to have his own problems to contend with and for the rest of the week, right up until we dock in Tahiti, Max and I have nothing but the cabin and ourselves to ourselves.
There’s plenty of what Max likes best with me going on, but we also find out how much we have in common in other areas too.
There’s no better way to get to know if you like someone than being locked in a small room with them for almost a week. A bit like seeing how someone handles slow or no internet, it’s something all couples should use to temper their relationship.
And after just a few days, we both feel closer than ever, nowhere near on each other’s nerves, which was a bit of a concern for me, I know I can be annoying sometimes.
“It must’ve shrank,” Max muses, watching me with a beaming smile as I try to squeeze back into my fancy gown after a week of lying in bed, eating what we feel like and watching old movies in between doing what Max does best, making sure my toes curl at the right angle and touching the ceiling at least three times a day while I moan his name.
“I’m bigger than ever…” I murmur, taking the dress off, not even wanting to look at myself in the mirror, but surprised when Max’s arms are around me from behind again.
“I think you’re beautiful, Charlene,” he says, and I know he means it, he’s not just saying it.
“I want to see you grow a whole lot bigger too,” he adds, making me flush with embarrassment, until I catch on to what I think he means.
He raises his brows in answer to my questioning look.
“That’s a strange proposal,” I tell him, and he frowns.
“Who’s proposing?” he teases, winking at me. “All I’m saying is, that when you’re growing, when you’re eating for two… I’ll have more of you to grab hold of, and I can’t wait,” he exclaims, his eyes getting wide and his hardness pressing into my back, proving to me he really does mean it.
An announcement over the ship’s speakers lets us know we’re docking in Tahiti and we’ll have a full day and one night in harbor. We can go ashore and take a tour, see the sights as long as we’re back on board before midnight.
“Sounds exotic,” I hear myself telling Max, surprised at the doubt in my voice.
“Some fresh air will do us both good,” he assures me, nuzzling my neck as I curl both hands around one of his biceps, letting my head fall back as I sight, perfectly content.
“I’ll go wherever you go, Max,” I tell him dreamily.
The knock at my cabin door sounds familiar, I jump, clutching my robe close around my neck.
Max’s eyes narrow on mine in the mirror, “What is it baby? It’s probably just the-”
But the second knock changes his face too, making his jaw set like stone as he growls.
It couldn’t be… How the…?
We’ve been using Max’s cabin, mine’s still made up shiny new from day one. The maid only blushing when she notices it’s the same every time she comes in.
