cruise ship

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?”

Here’s a bit from my NaNo project, working title: Cruise Ship Mistress (It’s not a tawdry romance! Don’t judge me!):

We’re in the POV of Lydia, our heroine. She and her new quality control trainee, Paul, are employees of a cruise ship and have just boarded as secret shoppers. Unbeknownst to Lydia, Paul doesn’t work for her; she works for him. He’s the CEO but his ship has sprung a leak and he’s determined to do some of his own reconnaissance. This is FIRST DRAFT material so excuse the roughness around the edges.

The khaki shorts he wore were crisply pressed and expensive-looking as were the docksider shoes on his sockless feet. Dark hair covered his head and dusted his arms and legs. A five o’clock shadow at three in the afternoon covered his face, the only chink in an otherwise perfectly crafted exterior. He turned and caught her staring at him before she could avert her gaze. Those dark brown eyes of his held hers captive and treated her to an unspoken sort of smug mockery, almost as if he were saying, “Yes, I know I’m a handsome devil and I can have any woman I want. You might make a decent pity fuck, but that’s all you would ever be.”

“Here we are,” she announced charging into the elevator.

They had the car to themselves. She could feel his eyes on her, appraising her like she had done to him, although she doubted his conclusions about her were quite as appreciative. Just as well. She was his boss and his trainer. Fraternization between employees, especially crew members, could result in termination. This she knew because her reports of ship romances had resulted in pink slips for at three quarters of two couples. The fourth got off on a technicality called a penis. He had one.