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Also, there is  a bit of mature content in this chapter, so if you're below 18, please skip this chapter, thank you.

White's POV

I was rounding the corridor on my way to the employees' quarters when I almost bumped into someone who was grimacing and holding on to a bandaged hand.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"Ooops, sorry," I said, "are you alright?"

"To be honest, not really," he replied, "I'm in so much pain."

"Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" I offered.

"I've just been there," he said, still grimacing.

"Didn't the nurse give you a pain pill?" I asked, getting concerned now, because he did seem to be in so much pain.

"Yes, but I took the pill not too long ago," he said, "it hasn't taken effect yet."

I looked at his face. He looked like he was about to faint.

"Let me accompany you to your room," I offered, putting my arm around his waist.

"Thank you but I don't want to put you to any trouble," he said.

"It's no trouble," I explained, "as an employee of this ship, even if I'm not a nurse, it is my duty to ensure the safety and well being of a passenger. Now tell me your room number please."

"612" he supplied the information.

When we reached the foyer, I pressed the service button for an elevator and when we got inside the elevator, I pressed the number six button to take us to the sixth upper deck.

"Lean against me," I told him when I noticed that he continued to grimace.

He did so and the pleasant smell of his hair reached my nose. I wondered with what brand of shampoo he used to wash his hair. Or maybe it was the smell of his hair conditioner.

When we reached the sixth floor I guided him out of the elevator and walked in the direction of the corridor that would lead us to his cabin.

When we reached cabin 612, I held out my hand to ask for his key.

He said it was in his right pocket and he couldn't fish it out because it was his right hand that had been bandaged up.

He moved his hip a little bit to give me access to his pocket.

He gasped and moved back quickly. Oh, oops, I had dug too far into his pocket.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said, completely mortified, "it was an accident, I swear."

I quickly unlocked his door and helped him to get inside his cabin.

He was leaning heavily against me now.

I guided him to his bed, and then, because I still had my arm around his waist, when he fell onto his bed, he dragged me along with him and I fell on top of him.

Our faces were inches close to each other.

We looked at each other wide eyed.

I could feel the electric tension crackling in the atmosphere of his cabin.

I tried my best to resist, but for some reason there was a very strong magnetic pull that made my face get even closer and closer and closer until ......

He was the one who pulled my face down to his by grabbing my neck!!!

The moment my lips touched his, I lost all self control.

I pressed my lips hard against his, pushing his lips apart. He opened his lips willingly to give my tongue access inside his mouth.

While I was kissing him, I pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and placed my hand inside his shirt to caress the skin on his abdomen and chest.

When I started to rub his nipple in a circular motion with the palm of my hand, he grabbed my hand with his free hand.

He broke the kiss.

"What are we doing?" he asked, wide eyed in a panicked voice.

"I don't know," I whispered, "you tell me."

We were both breathing heavily.

I waited for him to make a decision.

When he turned his face away in embarrassment, I knew what I had to do.

I straightened up and got out of his bed.

"If your hand continues to hurt, ring up the infirmary," I said in the most professional tone that I could manage, even if my hard on was obviously jutting against the front of my pants.

"The extension number can be found in the laminated cardboard under the cabin phone," I continued. We were now back to passenger-employee relationship.

As I turned to walk towards his door I heard him say, "Wait!"

I stopped my movement, waiting to hear him out. What else did he want from me, I wondered.

After a brief pause, I heard him say very softly, "Can we exchange numbers? I don't even know your name."

I walked back to his bed.

"My name is White," I said, "I am the sous chef in the dietary department of this ship. I would appreciate it very much if this incident remains within the four walls of this cabin."

"My name is Captain," he supplied the information, "and my lips are sealed, but it doesn't mean that I will forget."

My heart started to race inside my chest. Just what was he trying to say.

I stood facing him, undecided what to say next.

"So is it okay if we exchange numbers?" he asked, almost in a pleading tone.

I hesitated.

"Actually, employees are not allowed to mingle or to get personally involved with any passenger on the ship," I informed him about one of the cardinal rules of the cruise ship.

"And does exchanging numbers fall under that rule?" he asked.

"It's not specifically mentioned, but I would think so," I said.

He processed the information and took quick advantage of it.

"Since it's not specifically mentioned, can we exchange numbers," this person was truly persistent.

He held out his phone to me.

"Please key in your number, then I will call you so that my number gets registered in your phone," he said.

Suddenly I had an idea.

"For as long as we're breaking the rules," I said, walking slowly back towards his bed, "let's pick up where we left off."

He did not resist when I pulled his shirt upward over his head and tossed it to the floor.