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different shifts.” The light
in the cabin came on. “It’s too fucking noisy otherwise.”
    With the sudden light, he felt his pulse slowing as he took
another deep breath, his back against the closed door.
    “So where do you think you’re going?”
    As relieved as he was that his ridiculous panic was
dissipating, having Vanny confront him, her palm on the closed door behind him
as he faced her, reminded him of what had sent him to the bathroom to begin
with and that sure as hell wasn’t dissipating. In fact, the actual sight
of her in a thin white camisole and short shorts inspired his cock to further
painful hardening. He didn’t know she slept in such a skimpy get-up since she’d
already been in bed when he’d come back to the cabin.
    This whole bunking thing in retrospect had been an extremely
bad idea on his part.
    She glanced down at his impossible-to-miss erection, but if
he’d expected any missish dismay or discreet pretense that she didn’t notice
what was right in front of her, he’d apparently forgotten who he was talking
to.
    “I expect that’s another reason for that different shift
thing.”
    He shook his head, not sure he’d ever been embarrassed by an
erection before.
    She pushed off the door and folded her arms over her
breasts, which he appreciated since otherwise he was having a hell of a time
keeping his eyes off them.
    “I’ve seen a woodie before, Mr. Reynolds.”
    The juvenile name for it almost caused him to laugh.
    “And I don’t know why you were heading out of the cabin,
maybe it was so you could jerk off in peace, but I told you before that
wandering around on the rig by yourself is not safe for somebody not familiar
with it.”
    He was glad one of them could be so cold-blooded about this.
He tried to recapture some of his dignity. “I wasn’t leaving to jerk off ,
as you so delicately put it. I could do that in the bathroom,” he pointed out.
    “Why didn’t you then?”
    “I couldn’t find the light switch,” he muttered, which was
sort of the truth.
    She laughed and nodded her head toward his erection. “You
need a light to find your own cock? I’d say that one would be pretty easy to
find, dark or not, especially when it was all perked up like it is.”
    She walked over to the bathroom and flicked on the light.
“Be my guest.”
    Then she climbed back into her bunk.
    He wasn’t used to explaining himself and he sure as hell
wasn’t used to being embarrassed. But if he explained the real reason he’d shot
to the door so fast, embarrassment would be the least of it. He’d never told
anyone about his…his… whatever it was. No need to. She could go ahead and think
what she wanted, having caught him with an erection.
    A good defense being an offense, he said, “I don’t doubt for
a minute you’ve seen a woodie before, but I don’t exactly go around
exposing myself to my employees like this.”
    She laughed, her eyes closed, and pulled the covers up to
her chin. “I sure hope not.”
    Maybe he should just drop it. “Look, I don’t sleep with
employees. I just don’t.”
    “Don’t recall asking you to.”
    He cocked his head. Something about that was so familiar.
Before he could put his finger on it, she opened her eyes and added, “I’m just
razzing you. It’s your own fault for insisting on bunking in here with me.”
    He nodded. “Yeah. I guess so.”
    “Any port in a storm, eh?”
    “What?”
    She sat up, hunching over to keep her head from hitting the
bottom of his bunk. “There aren’t any women on board but me, unless you include
old Mrs. Kelly and Mrs. Rather who work in the kitchen and I suspect they’re
even less your type than I am.”
    “What makes you think you’re not my type?” It was out before
he could stop himself.
    “If you don’t sleep with employees, you better stop flirting
with this one or I’ll put that to good use.” She nodded again at his erection.
    He was used to women coming on to him. They did it all the
time