Domingo snorted.“Bollocks.You simply scared him, that’s all.”
“I scaredHillier?Are you mad?”
“Look, these men…they’re bold and they’ll drop a man at ten feet, or stab him to death if necessary.But things like this, things that are a bit mysterious or that don’t have a simple explanation, well… They don’t like that.Men like Hillier can be very tough and brave about some things but may quail in the face of less obvious adversities.”
“I suppose.”
“Drink your coffee, Rooster.You’ll feel better after.”
“Will I?”
“Drink your fucking coffee and stop whingeing, or I will drag you to Dinesh and make him put you over his lap.”He rolled his eyes.“Of course, you’ll enjoy that.”
I picked up my mug and took a sip.
“This is…not very good.Did you make the brew?”
Domingo frowned.“I may have not put enough into the pot.Guthrie says I’m stingy with the coffee.”
“Ah.”I took another sip.“The drink is helping, at any rate.”
“Good.You’re going to be all right, Rooster.I promise.”
“Thanks.”
He took my chin in his hands and leaned over the table, kissing me.“Always.Now finish your coffee and make yourself scarce.I have a ton of work to do.As usual.”
On my way back to our rooms, I thought of what Domingo had said, about having the captain give me a good hiding.I couldn’t stop my head from spinning with everything that had happened, and maybe having all of my meagre resources focused on withstanding a large hand on my bare backside would be beneficial.
In the meantime, I had cleaning and straightening to do.
Chapter Fourteen
Repercussions
WhenDineshcametocheck on me a bit later, I had mopped and dusted and was about to begin polishing the wood furniture, which I enjoyed, to be honest.The end result was so lovely, and the act of rubbing curvy pieces of wood with a soft rag might have been reminiscent of other things that gave me pleasure—a thought that made me laugh out loud.If I couldn’t spend my time stroking Dinesh’s fine example of a cock, then I’d rub the posts of his bed to a sexy shine.
He came into our rooms and saw me using a cloth on the legs of the table that held the map and boats.
“Keeping busy, I see,” he said.
“Aye,” I said, straightening up and blowing a stray hair out of the way.
I smiled at him, but my smile soon faded as I took in his worried expression.
“Is…everything all right?”
He shook his head and strode over to the windows.He glanced back at me, as if he wanted to scold me for something, then shook his head and gazed out at the blue waters.
“Oh God, Dinesh.What’s the matter?”I asked.
I wanted to go to him, but he looked so cross I didn’t dare.
He then turned to me with an expression of disbelief.
“Is everything all right?” he said, repeating my question.“No, everything is not bloody all right.”
“Oh,” I said, my voice small.Normally I enjoyed when Captain Martin made me feel less-than, but not this time.
