A little more from my cruise ship romance, working title, “Cruise Ship Mistress”. Don’t cringe and reach out to pat my hand, I will rename it eventually.
In this scene our heroine, Lydia and hero, Paul, are concocting their fictitious back story to hide that they are secret shoppers aboard The Acadian, a transatlantic cruise ship bound for Rome.
“Ok here’s what I’ve devised from our joint profiles. You and I are vacationing BFFs. I’m a lesbian.” There she stopped to roll her eyes. “We met in a book club two years ago. We like to visit the settings of our favorite books and movies. We both love the movie Titanic, hence the transatlantic cruise to get us to our final destination. You are an exercise buff and you want to get me interested, so you also plan on dragging me to a variety of different classes.” She stopped and gave him that heart-melting smile, a smile he’d better inoculate himself against quick or he’d be in bigger trouble than just having an ailing cruise ship to rescue. “You plan to also drag me into the casino for lessons and to cooking classes and all the various restaurants on board.” Another smile as potent as the last. “See, this will work out nicely. Two friends won’t be sequestered away like two lovers would. My idea is much better.”
“If you say so yourself,” he quipped.
“And I do.” She did that single eyebrow lift again, one of her quirky little amused tells he filed away in his “Things About Lydia” folder. “We’re both just out of long-term relationships that went south, hence our tighter BFF status and our lack of interest in hooking up.”
“With each other?” he asked. He knew what she meant, but felt like goading her a little.
The roll of her head and sigh were his prizes. “No. I’m gay, remember. With other passengers or crew members. Duh.”
“Oh, right. So chatting up a cute blonde I might happen to meet would be in bad taste, I gather?”
Lydia’s lips pushed out in disapproval. “Yes. Very bad. Always remember we’re there to work, not to have fun.”
“We can’t do both?”
“No,” she said fixing him with a stern glare.
He nodded. She was absolutely right. His larger mission was to save his ship and cruise company. Truth be told, her made-up story for him wasn’t far from the truth. He had just ended a long engagement, acrimoniously, too. “Gotcha.”
Back at her notes, she read off, “You just ended a five-year long relationship with a woman who nearly sucked your soul from your body, leaving nothing but a hollow bitter shell of man. You are most definitely off women, except me of course since I’m your gay BFF. I am not out of the closet but the only lesbian lover I’d ever had (after seven years) came out and that ended our affair because I refused to do the same.”
“So you aren’t interested in either men or women,” he said with a snort. “Except your BFF, yours truly. We aren’t going to braid each other’s hair or go on an anti-women screechfest, are we?”
Nice work, Claire. I can almost taste the salt air.
Very intriguing! That’s a nice banter you have going between them. 🙂
Thanks, Silver! I do love to have my characters bantering or bickering. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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