James frowned as he watched her stomp away, wondering if he hadn’t just made a colossal mistake. He had thought he’d be doing her a favor by ordering her to take a bath, at the same time assuring her she’d have the privacy to do it. As closely as he kept tabs on her, he knew she hadn’t had a decent one since she’d come aboard. But he also knew that most women, ladies in particular, cherished their baths. He was sure that Georgie was simply still too fearful of discovery to chance it; ergo, he would take the matter into his hands and force her to do what she would be most grateful for. What he had not expected was that she would get indignant about it, though if he had been thinking clearly, which he couldn’t quite seem to manage lately, he would have.
You do not tell a lady she stinks, you bloody ass.
Chapter Twenty
Georgina’s anger dissolved in the warm water the very moment she lay back in the long tub. It was heavenly, almost as good as her own tub at home. Hers conformed more to her size, but having the extra room was nice, really nice. The only thing she lacked were her scented oils and her maid to help rinse her long hair—and the confidence that she wouldn’t be disturbed.
But the tub was long enough to submerge completely, hair and all. The chafed and deeply grooved skin around her breasts burned when the water first covered it, but even that was minor compared to the joy of being totally clean, totally unbound. If only the captain hadn’t insisted…
Oh, devil take it, she was glad he had. It would have taken her at least another week to get up the nerve to do it on her own. And she’d been feeling very sticky lately from the salt air, the heat in the galley, not to mention how hot this cabin got every time the captain took off his clothes. A hurried sponge bath just wasn’t enough.
But as much as she wanted to, she still couldn’t linger in the tub. She had to be back in disguise before the dinner hour, hair dried and stuffed away, breasts flattened again. And there was always the possibility that the captain might actually need something from the cabin, and in that case, he wasn’t likely to honor her privacy sign. The screen was there to hide her, but still, just the thought of being completely naked with him in the same room was enough to make her blush.
But he was true to his word and didn’t come below until much later. By then she’d had her dinner, had his waiting for him, enough for two, though Conrad Sharpe didn’t join him that evening. It wasn’t until she left to fetch the water for his bath that she remembered that bottle of sweetwater he used. She decided she’d have a sniff of it the moment he stepped behind the screen, but as it happened, he sent her off for extra water tonight to wash and rinse his hair with, and by the time she got back with it, he was ready to have his back scrubbed.
Annoyed now, mostly with herself for having missed the opportunity to get to that bottle when he wasn’t around, she made short work of washing his back. She would still have the few moments while he dried himself, and thinking of that rather than what she was doing helped to keep the nausea down, though she didn’t even notice its absence this once.
Since she always kept his towels near enough for him to reach, she left him as soon as she sluiced the last bucket of water over his back, and headed straight for his highboy. But as her luck had been running lately, it wasn’t surprising that he came around the screen while she was still standing there with the bottle in her hand. And the only reason she was caught was that she’d been so disappointed after taking a whiff of the cologne, she didn’t put it away immediately. The scent was spicy, a little musky, but it didn’t bring on her nausea as she’d been so sure it would. No, itwasthe captain who made her sick, not the smell of him.
“I hope you haven’t disobeyed a direct order, George,” his voice came at her sharply.
“Sir?”
“What d’you think you’re doing with that bottle?”
She realized then what he was implying and quickly corked the bottle and put it back. “It’s not what you think, Captain. I wasn’t going to use it, even if there was a need to, which there isn’t. Ididbathe; I promise you I did. I’m not so foolish as to think I could mask an offensive smell with a little sweet scent from a bottle. I know some people do, but I’d rather be…that is, I wouldn’t.”
“Glad to know it, but that does not answer my question, lad.”
“Oh, your question. I just wanted to—”Sniff it, when he wears it all the time? He’ll never buy that, Georgie. And what’s wrong with the truth? After all, he wasn’t a bit hesitant in telling you that he found your scent offensive. “Actually, Captain—”
“Present yourself, George. I’ll see for myself if you’re telling the truth.”
She gritted her teeth in exasperation. The blasted man wanted tosmellher, and it wouldn’t do a bit of good to protest. He’d just make it an order, and get annoyed himself because he had to. But he was only wearing that indecently thin robe. She was beginning to feel the heat already.
She came around the bed slowly. She was wringing her hands by the time she stood before him. And he made no pretense about it. He bent, stuck his nose by her neck, and sniffed. She might have gotten through it without incident if his cheek hadn’t rubbed against hers.
“What the deuce areyougroaning about?”
He said it as if he should be the one groaning. And he sounded quite put out. But she couldn’t help it. She felt as if everything inside her was clamoring to get out. She stepped back quickly, far back, so she could breathe again. She couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Captain, but…there’s no delicate way to put this. You make me ill.”
She wouldn’t have been surprised if he came forward and clobbered her, but he didn’t move an inch. He simply said in the most indignant tone she’d ever heard from him, “I beg your pardon.”
She would have preferred to be clouted than try to explain this. What had made her think she could tell him the truth, when the truth was so horribly embarrassing, for her, not him? Obviously, this was her problem. There was something wrong with her, since no one else got sick around him. And he might not even believe her, might think she was merely trying to get back at him for implying that she smelled bad, when she knew very well she didn’t. In fact, he was more than likely going to think just that, and get mad. The devil take it, why hadn’t she just kept her mouth shut?
But it was too late now, and quickly, before he decided to stomp all over her, she explained, “I’m not trying to insult you, Captain, I swear I’m not. I don’t know what the problem is. I asked Mac, and he thought maybe your scent was doing it. That’s what I was doing with your bottle, smelling it…but it’s not that. I wish it was, but it’s not. It could be only coincidence.” She brightened with that thought, which just might save her neck, and even dared to glance up at him to expound on it. “Yes, I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”
“What is?”
Thank God, he sounded calm, looked it, too. She’d been afraid he would be mottled with rage by now.
“That I only get sick when you’re around, mostly when I get too near you.” Best not to mention the times when just looking at him did it, or his looking at her. In fact, she’d be smart to end this subject and fast. “But it’s my problem, sir. And I won’t let it interfere with my duties. Please, just forget I mentioned it.”
“Forget…?”
He sounded as if he were choking. She squirmed, wishing she could drop through the floor. He wasn’t calm as she’d thought. Maybe he was in shock over her audacity, or so angry that words failed him.
