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Patricia’s eyes homed in on Jason Graves like a sidewinder missile locked onto an afterburner as a mischievous smile crossed her face. “Oh, yes. That’s more like it,” she offered approvingly. “Now we’re getting warmer.”
“He’s married Trish and has three kids.”
Patricia shrugged her shoulder in disappointment. “A man like that oughta learn to share all that lovin’.” Patricia, now on the prowl, sat up like a prairie dog scouting the area. Someone caught Patricia’s eye, and she nudged Kristen and motioned with a slight nod of her head. “Tally-ho,” she offered hungrily, licking her lips slightly. “Inbound smoking hottie, three o’clock.”
Kristen shook her head, trembling with laughter as she turned and looked to where Patricia was staring and saw Brodie approaching the table where the rest of the Seawolf officers were seated. Kristen stopped laughing almost immediately. Seeing and visiting with Patricia had briefly allowed Kristen to think of something else. But upon seeing Brodie again, all of the thoughts and unwanted feelings once more thrust themselves to the forefront of her thoughts. She turned her head back to Patricia.
“Who’s that?” Patricia asked. “And can I please give him a haircut?”
Kristen forced an innocent smile on her face. “He’s my captain.”
Patricia raised an eyebrow, and her face registered her pleasant surprise. “Oh,” she said teasingly, “so that’s what you’ve been up to.” Patricia gave Kristen a gentle nudge in the ribs and whispered in her ear, “You little scamp. I didn’t know submariners came in that packaging.” Patricia stared across the room without any hint of modesty. “It kind of gives a whole new twist to the meaning of ‘going down’ if you know what I mean.”
Kristen shook her head a little more seriously now. “It’s nothing like that, really. He’s really good, probably the best in the Navy.”
“I bet,” Patricia giggled as her eyes sparkled with unhidden lust. “The question is do you have any proof?”
Kristen lowered her voice as she chastised her friend, “That isn’t what I meant, and stop staring, he might look over here.”
“That’s the whole idea, sweetie,” Patricia explained as if giving a class. “You have to bait the hook if you want to reel in the big one.” Patricia’s eyes smoldered as she followed Brodie across the room. “Oh, yeah,” Patricia offered hungrily, “he’s good in bed.”
“What?!” Kristen felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. Afraid Brodie might walk over, Kristen tried to get Patricia to stop staring. “How can you possibly know something like that?”
Patricia looked back at Kristen with a capricious smile. “I have a sense about these things,” she replied as if there was no doubt about what she was saying. “Look at the way he moves,” she added pointedly. “Trust me, he’ll curl your toes for sure.”
“He’s not like that…” Kristen answered hastily as she dared a quick, secret glance at Brodie.
“Like what?”
Kristen looked back at Patricia. Her friend’s smile had faded somewhat, and Patricia was now watching her carefully. “What?” Kristen asked doing her best to hide any thoughts that might cause Patricia to suspect anything.
“You and him haven’t been playing a little hide the torpedo in the mile-under-the-sea club have you?” Patricia asked as her eyes lingered on Kristen.
“No, never!” she replied hurriedly, but felt herself flush with embarrassment. “That’s crazy,” she whispered forcefully.
There was a long pause as Patricia’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. Kristen looked down at her hands to avoid making eye contact. Patricia knew her too well, and Kristen feared her friend would see right through her thin veneer. “Krissie?” Patricia asked as she leaned a little closer and placed a hand on Kristen’s forearm. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Kristen answered as she looked back
Patricia’s eyes homed in on Jason Graves like a sidewinder missile locked onto an afterburner as a mischievous smile crossed her face. “Oh, yes. That’s more like it,” she offered approvingly. “Now we’re getting warmer.”
“He’s married Trish and has three kids.”
Patricia shrugged her shoulder in disappointment. “A man like that oughta learn to share all that lovin’.” Patricia, now on the prowl, sat up like a prairie dog scouting the area. Someone caught Patricia’s eye, and she nudged Kristen and motioned with a slight nod of her head. “Tally-ho,” she offered hungrily, licking her lips slightly. “Inbound smoking hottie, three o’clock.”
Kristen shook her head, trembling with laughter as she turned and looked to where Patricia was staring and saw Brodie approaching the table where the rest of the Seawolf officers were seated. Kristen stopped laughing almost immediately. Seeing and visiting with Patricia had briefly allowed Kristen to think of something else. But upon seeing Brodie again, all of the thoughts and unwanted feelings once more thrust themselves to the forefront of her thoughts. She turned her head back to Patricia.
“Who’s that?” Patricia asked. “And can I please give him a haircut?”
Kristen forced an innocent smile on her face. “He’s my captain.”
Patricia raised an eyebrow, and her face registered her pleasant surprise. “Oh,” she said teasingly, “so that’s what you’ve been up to.” Patricia gave Kristen a gentle nudge in the ribs and whispered in her ear, “You little scamp. I didn’t know submariners came in that packaging.” Patricia stared across the room without any hint of modesty. “It kind of gives a whole new twist to the meaning of ‘going down’ if you know what I mean.”
Kristen shook her head a little more seriously now. “It’s nothing like that, really. He’s really good, probably the best in the Navy.”
“I bet,” Patricia giggled as her eyes sparkled with unhidden lust. “The question is do you have any proof?”
Kristen lowered her voice as she chastised her friend, “That isn’t what I meant, and stop staring, he might look over here.”
“That’s the whole idea, sweetie,” Patricia explained as if giving a class. “You have to bait the hook if you want to reel in the big one.” Patricia’s eyes smoldered as she followed Brodie across the room. “Oh, yeah,” Patricia offered hungrily, “he’s good in bed.”
“What?!” Kristen felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. Afraid Brodie might walk over, Kristen tried to get Patricia to stop staring. “How can you possibly know something like that?”
Patricia looked back at Kristen with a capricious smile. “I have a sense about these things,” she replied as if there was no doubt about what she was saying. “Look at the way he moves,” she added pointedly. “Trust me, he’ll curl your toes for sure.”
“He’s not like that…” Kristen answered hastily as she dared a quick, secret glance at Brodie.
“Like what?”
Kristen looked back at Patricia. Her friend’s smile had faded somewhat, and Patricia was now watching her carefully. “What?” Kristen asked doing her best to hide any thoughts that might cause Patricia to suspect anything.
“You and him haven’t been playing a little hide the torpedo in the mile-under-the-sea club have you?” Patricia asked as her eyes lingered on Kristen.
“No, never!” she replied hurriedly, but felt herself flush with embarrassment. “That’s crazy,” she whispered forcefully.
There was a long pause as Patricia’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. Kristen looked down at her hands to avoid making eye contact. Patricia knew her too well, and Kristen feared her friend would see right through her thin veneer. “Krissie?” Patricia asked as she leaned a little closer and placed a hand on Kristen’s forearm. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Kristen answered as she looked back
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