Star Crossed Mates

Chapter 9

With dinner now over I started cleaning up their mess. You would assume with them coming from money they’d at least have better manners. I thought that it would be a peaceful night. Hoping those Barbie’s would get too drunk and pass out soon. Maybe the most I would have to do is clean up some spills or vomit. Oh how wrong I was.

I was being called back every 5 minutes for the most absurd things. I knew it was only because those Barbies were getting bored and needed something else to keep them occupied. While the men took a break from them in the parlor. Lucky bastards.

“Is there anything else I can do for you tonight before I turn in?”

“What do you mean turn in? This is supposed to be our vacation. You are here to service us 24 / 7”

“I’m sorry ma’am but if you read our rules and regulations I am required by law to get a minimum of 10 hours of rest”

“That’s bullshit! We pay you!” She stood up lifting her hand to me when a deep voice sounded behind me.

“Fiona”

She looked shocked. Her anger dissipated and was replaced with a more alluring expression.

“Baby,” she strutted to that man who filled me with fright, “she was disrespecting us. I needed to teach her a lesson,” she ran her hand down his chest.

“Why don’t you head to bed. We have an early morning,” he told her.

She smiled widely.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she bounced away to her room, looking over her shoulder to see if his eyes were on her.

Unfortunately they were not. His menacing glare was on me and only left when he headed back to their rooms. Everyone else seemed to follow him like lost puppies. I started cleaning up when they had all gone. Mostly empty glasses scattered about. I would just have Sofia come up here and tidy the rest. Not like it mattered though. They would find some fault with it.

I had just gotten down to the kitchen when Antonio hung up the phone. He rubbed his temples and gave me an apologetic look.

“What’s up?” I asked, depositing all the glasses in to the sink.

“Sorry Nova, but your presence is requested in the master suite”

“Seriously?” I’m already 2 hours past my shift!”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry, but you were requested specifically by name”

“How the hell do they even remember my name? They were lit when they got on the boat”

“Here, why don’t I finish these dishes and you can quickly do whatever it is they’re asking and just head straight to bed?”

“Are you sure?” I rubbed my face tiredly.

“Of course. Now get going,” he shooed me away, “you definitely need some beauty sleep with bags like those”

I tossed a kitchen towel at his face. Both of us laughed as I dreadfully walked up to the suite.

I stood in front of the oak door. Preparing myself for whatever fresh hell awaits on the other side. Knocking I heard a muffled ‘come in’.

“Good evening?” The room was dimly lit, “I was told you required my services one last time before-“

“Close the door,” I jumped at the sound of his voice and saw him sitting on the couch in the small sitting area, staring at the empty seat in front of him.

I didn as he asked, hardly taking a few steps in the room.

“Get me a drink”

I huffed, trying to keep my composure. What a lazy ass. I walked to the bar and poured him his scotch neat that he had been having regularly through the trip. Handing it over to him I clasped my hands together, and gave him my best smile.

“Will that be all sir?”

He downed the glass and held it out to me.

“Get me another but this time I want it on the rocks”

“Sure thing,” I grabbed the glass and went back to the bar, thinking how nice it would be to smash the glass over his handsome head.

I poured the ice in and was about to take the glass top off the bottle of scotch when I felt his presence behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders. I was surprised by this tingling sensation coming from his hands as they moved down my arms, to my elbows and to my wrists.

Completely shocked and frozen to the spot. My mind was trying to decide if this was real or if I had passed out in the kitchen from exhaustion. Pining my hands together with one of his he held them against the wall, rubbing his growing bulge against my backside. His right hand roamed around my middle and to my chest where he began to knead my breast. A moan escaped my lips, shocking me and bringing me back to the situation at hand.

“Get the f**k off me!” I began to thrash around.

Unfortunately for me I only stood at 5 foot 4 inches and weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. This man pressing his 6 foot 2 inch body of pure muscle against me, prevented me from doing much of anything.

“What kind of language is that for an employee to use towards a guest”

“I don’t have to put up with this!”

“You’re right,” I could feel his breath on my ears, “you don’t. So why don’t you stop me?”

He reached into the empty glass, taking out an ice cube and placing it against my neck. The cold stinging as he ran it down to my cleavage, under my bra and circling my n*****s till it melted away.

Removing his hand I felt his cold fingers slide up my thigh and under my skirt. His fingers running up the length of my underwear.

“You’re already dripping just from your breast being played with”

“Get off!” I tried to push away, only grinding myself closer against his growing erection.

I froze when I felt the length behind me. He grunted, sliding his fingers across my most sensitive spot, making my back arch as he vigorously rubbed my c**t through my underwear.

I could feel myself melting into his touch. It was wrong, but it felt so right. With his hand that was pinning me he placed it on my chin, turning my head to face him and kissing me roughly with such want that it drove every bit of reasoning out of my head. The taste of scotch in his breath made my head feel fuzzy. I heard him inhale deeply like he had done when I handed him his desert. Did I really stink? Why the hell did it matter.

I came back to my senses and realized that I was getting off from a guest assaulting me. My hands no longer held down I slapped him across the face, stunning him just long enough for me to run out of the door and back to my room.

Slamming the door and locking it I had accidentally woken up the girls.

“What’s going on?” Sofia asked.

“Sorry, everything is fine. I tripped. Go back to sleep”

“Alright,” Bianca yawned, “you should get some rest too. We have to be up in a couple hours to help with the brunch they want set up before they go swimming”

“At least we only have a couple more days left,” Aurora groaned, pulling her pillow over her head.

My heart was racing and I couldn’t help but think about how his rough hands ran up my leg and his fingers… What is wrong with me? I changed quickly and curled up in my bed, hoping the throbbing feeling between my legs would subside soon.

The pressure only continued building up. I knew the only thing that could release the pain was myself. It was uncomfortable to touch myself while the girls were in the room, but at this rate I wouldn’t get any sleep.

I moved my hand under my shorts, spreading my legs further apart to rub my c**t. The image of him touching me flashed in my mind. How his touch brought out my most lustful needs. Suddenly a dreaded feeling fell over me, like a bucket of ice cold water. The chill that only he could give me made me feel sick to my stomach. With my desire gone I finally closed my eyes. Mentally preparing my conversation with my captain in the morning. I couldn’t continue to work on this ship while these people were still here. No matter how good the payout was.