Working Desires: A Dirty Office Romance Boxset

by Hazel Keys

  Over lunch, to keep the conversation going, I tried to learn a little about the ladies my friends had brought along. Jay Money and his girls sat together. Jessica, the thin blonde, turned out to be from Santa Monica, and the voluptuous, African-American Coco, was from Long Beach. The two girls never sat together, I noticed. They always kept Jay between them. I found myself wondering if they had sex that way too, then stopped as Jay’s big butt came back into my mind.

  I was next to Jessica, with Mia beside me who, unlike Jay’s girls, had felt it decent to throw her wrap back on to cover her skimpy bikini for the meal. Jessica’s sky-blue bikini top and thong were tiny but, although she was well-formed, her slim figure almost disappeared next to Coco’s outrageously fantastic, porn-star build. Her purple thong disappeared completely between her full, firm butt cheeks and the tiny twin triangles up top were not even large enough to hide her nipples, allowing tantalizing edges of dark-skinned areola to clearly peek out. Tara and Michelle even kept staring, like they’d never seen anyone like her in real life. It was probably a good thing that the male crew members were all currently working below or preparing the water toys, otherwise they were likely to have embarrassed themselves.

  Across from Jay sat Mick and, like a gentleman, he was managing to not stare at Coco’s generous breasts. Not too much, at least. His fashion model girlfriend, Antonia, was from Italy, and sat beside him in her big sunglasses, her slim and toned body also tastefully covered by a dark-green wrap. She kept her hand on Mick’s knee, except for the times when she thought the stewards weren’t looking, then she would run her hand up his inner thigh and smile at his sudden gasps of surprise.

  Next to her was George, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts like the other guys, who laughed along with us but was totally failing to make the young and very pretty Valentina feel like one of the gang. She pouted and played with her food. I hoped she would get into the spirit of the voyage soon. I knew George was asking for trouble bringing her but I still wanted him to have a good time.

  After lunch, we took to the sea on the ship’s Waverunners, fast and powerful jet bikes that would tear across the water, sending great plumes of spray high into the air. All, except Mick, who indicated that messing around with toys like those was not much fun after racing wheel-to-wheel with the best in the world at over 200mph. He drank cocktails in the Jacuzzi while Antonia sunbathed.

  There was no way of avoiding it, though. At some point, the crewmen had to be on deck while the girls were soaking up the sun. The two guy deckhands, and even the bosun, all found themselves tripping over their own feet as Coco and Mia lay topless on the sundeck, their full, round breasts pointing proudly up to the sky even without support. As George, Jay and Jessica thrashed around on the Waverunners, Valentina, deciding she didn’t need a bathing suit at all, simply cast off her t-shirt and Daisy-Duke denim, to lay down naked next to the other two girls, who applauded her bravery and complimented her on her hot body. Captain Samson, up in his wheelhouse, carefully kept his gaze far out to sea, along the horizon.

  Chapter 6:Tara

  The late afternoon turned into evening and the guests got drunker and friskier. I tried to be professional and successfully ignored Mick taking liberties when oiling up Antonia, letting his fingers slip somewhere entirely inappropriate. I found it hard to continue to hold my cool, though, when I delivered a scotch to Jay as he sat on the edge of the hot-tub, with his huge black cock in Jessica’s mouth and a great big grin on his face. After overhearing various conversations, I was pretty unsurprised to hear that the amazingly sexy Coco was, in fact, a bona fide porn-star that had been employed on one of Jay’s more risqué rap videos, where he had taken a shine to her. Jessica, I discovered, was also an adult film worker, who worked in the ‘tiny teen’ niche market, even though she was twenty-three.

  I also noticed, among everything else, that no one was treating Seth with anything other than a genuine warmth and friendliness. There was no hint of them sucking up to him or him demanding any respect, even from George, his employee. He seemed totally unaffected and was just interested in everyone having a good time. It was not how I’d pictured things at all. It has to be an act, I decided.

  I just hoped I didn’t get dragged into an orgy. Drinking while on charter or having any kind of relations with the guests were both grounds for instant dismissal. Obviously, part of my job involved being fun and flirty, but I always managed to keep that distance between myself and the paying customers.

  Seth, I realized as the day wore on, had been quietly avoiding me. He was polite, smiling and receptive, but not investing in getting to know me the way he did with Michelle, Suzy and even the guys. He had been happy to ride a Waverunner with Troy at the helm, showing him what to do, before transferring to a separate one for a three-way race against the deckhand and Jay Money. The race ended in victory for Troy, obviously, but there was plenty of camaraderie, bonding, and high-fiving at the finish line. He had even, at her hair-twirling, flirty suggestion, taken Suzy for a spin, her sitting extremely close to him and being friendly enough to prompt Mia into claiming loudly that it was her turn to be driven around.

  But with me, I got only as little interaction as he could get away with. To get what I wanted, however, I knew I needed him to feel closer to me. I needed him to like me, to care about me and, within minutes, my opportunity arose.

  Sam, George, and a freshly-dressed Valentina were messing about on the jet bikes about a hundred yards off the starboard side. Seth and Mick sat at a table, also to the starboard, deep in conversation, while Jay Money relaxed, still in the Jacuzzi, where he could comfortably watch the half-naked women as Suzy or I brought him drinks.

  I was returning to the open deck area with two new bottles of wine, along a shortcut from the upper storeroom. The route took me along a slim walkway across the very roof of the yacht’s cabins and had no handrail. It was totally normal and I, along with all the other crew, had walked this path hundreds of times and we were all completely accustomed to the danger. I saw my chance, however, as it came to the point where I needed to climb back down onto the deck at the same time as Troy came bounding through the door below me.

  Troy, clearly wildly delighted to have been called back up to where so many bikini-wearing beauties were lounging, wasn’t paying full attention to his surroundings as he should have been. I looked over to see Seth lift his gaze just in time to see Troy push the door open with enough strength for it to smack me as I was gingerly looking to find my step down. It was tough to make it look real but, by the sudden look of surprise on Seth’s face, he was convinced I just got knocked overboard.

  Chapter 7:Seth

  It was one those things you don’t quite believe they are happening until it’s too late. Mick and I were casually chatting about nothing much when I looked up to see Tara stepping down onto the deck from one of the crew’s walkways. I watched the door open, one of the deckhands rush out, and the door knock into her before she reached the deck. My heart leaped into my mouth as I saw Tara lose her balance, waiver, then fall straight over the side, the two bottles she was carrying smashing against the hull of the boat as she dropped.

  “Holy shit!” I cried, causing Mick to look up in alarm. I jumped up out of my chair, rushed over to the side in time to see the spray from the splash she made in the water and, without thinking, dived straight off the side after her. I don’t think Troy, the deckhand, had even seen her fall off at that point. I heard loud and panicked cries from aboard the boat behind me, as I plummeted toward the waves, thirty feet below.

  It wasn’t a bad dive, considering I’ve never trained professionally. I didn’t black out as I hit the water, which was something. The sea was warm and calm, and clear for about six feet. I looked around desperately for her, quickly spotting her just beginning to sink into the darkness. A couple of kicks and I was able to grab her hand and haul her up to me. She floated up easily and I wrapped my arm around her slender waist, before kicking my way back up to the surface.


  Another great crash beside me and I realized that Troy had dived in as well. Around us, too, the churned-up trails in the ocean indicated that Sam, George, and Valentina had seen the commotion and raced their Waverunners full speed back to Venus, and were circling. I finally broke the surface and heard the cheers from up on deck.

  “Quick! Quick!” I heard Sam snapping at me, reaching down to take Tara from me. I let him drag her up onto his craft.

  “I’m sorry,” I heard Tara moan, so at least I knew she was okay. “I’m fine,” she protested, as Sam slung her across the saddle in front of him. He gunned his motor and sped away from me, and I caught a glimpse of Tara’s face as they turned. She looked shaken but managed to mouth the words "thank you" as Sam headed to the stern of the yacht.

  George appeared behind me and helped me up onto the back of his Waverunner. He turned in his seat and threw his arms around me. “Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” he moaned at me. “You don’t always have to be a hero, do you?”

  “I’m sorry, buddy,” I patted his back as he hugged me. “Next girl I see drowning, I’ll leave her in the water.”

  “Promise?” He smiled, turning around to drive us back to the landing platform.

  *****

  Tara was escorted up the steps back to the sundeck by Sam. Troy supervised as I climbed, to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself in the dive, with George and a faintly amused-looking Valentina. We were made to lay in loungers while the rest of the crew appeared on deck. I thought Captain Samson would be all over me, ensuring I wasn’t going to sue him, his crew, or his employers but, to his credit, he went straight over to Tara, making sure she was okay first of all. It must have felt strange to her, being laid down and fussed over by a group of half-naked girls that she was supposed to be taking care of. There was a cut on her arm where some broken glass had got her, which Michelle attended to with the first aid kit.

  Troy had some first responder training as well and was very quickly able to confirm I hadn’t hurt my neck or back, or given myself a concussion when I dived into the water. As soon as Troy was done, the captain squatted down next to me.

  “I want to thank you, Mr. Radisson,” he said warmly and offered me a hand to shake. “Only poor captains lose shipmates. I’m grateful you prevented me from becoming a poor captain. However, please let us look out for you from now on?”

  “I’ve no problem with that, sir,” I told him, shaking his hand.

  Mia shook his hand too, then remained glued to my side. She praised my bravery while simultaneously cursing my foolishness, as she tried to towel me off and cover me with kisses at the same time. I asked her to go and find me a scotch, then made my way over to Tara.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her, still a little out of breath.

  “I’m fine, Mr. Radisson,” she smiled weakly up at me, “but you really shouldn’t have dived in like that. You’re so brave…”

  Goddamn! I cursed inwardly. I felt my chest tighten and my loins tingle as she smiled directly at me. Why is she so bewitching? Why did I dive in so quickly after her? She wasn’t in any real danger, not with calm seas and a whole crew on hand to save her. Still, she looked more stunning than ever, now. Soaking wet, vulnerable, and helpless. I couldn’t help the feelings I was having. I was physically attracted to her, sure, but it was more than that. Something inside me wanted to care for her too. It felt like there was something in her that called out to me, making me feel responsible for her and that was maybe why I’d been avoiding getting too close with her. I felt like I wanted to be with her, to love her, far more than I wanted to be with Mia. And, right then, I was afraid that both of them could tell.

  Chapter 8:Tara

  While Suzy and Michelle served the evening meal up on the sundeck, I ate chicken and rice in the crew lounge. Captain Samson gave me the night off to recover from my trauma, but I insisted I’d be fine to pull the evening shift and sit up late with the guests, serving drinks and nibbles as required, until the last one went to bed. Tristan was busy, and the deckhands had already eaten, so I sat and chewed by myself. It was bound to be a long night, but it could be an ideal opportunity to make sure I’d successfully hooked my target now.

  I knew I wanted him to leap in and save me. I needed him to. Needed him to become invested in my life and wellbeing but, despite everything, I couldn’t help but feel comforted by what looked like genuine concern. I was flattered that he would risk his life to save mine but I wasn’t, repeat wasn’t, strangely drawn to the sexy way his wet shirt clung to his thick, muscled torso. Nope. Not one bit.

  After dinner, Michelle left Suzy and I to serve the guests and retired. She had to be up early to prepare for breakfast and the next day. Suzy mixed drinks and flirted about, looking totally amazing in her evening uniform, an Asian-style black number that pulled tight across her slim waist to really make her heavenly butt and bust pop. And she was getting plenty of attention, not only from Mick, George, and Jay Money, obviously, but one or two of the girls present allowed their gaze to linger on her sexy body for a little longer than was necessary.

  Seth, though, sat all night at the bar that I was working behind. Mia kept coming and sitting with him, whispering in his ear, then stalking off to go talk with one of the others, but Seth remained stoically across from me, occasionally letting me refill his glass with 18-year-old Glenmorangie, and largely ignoring his girlfriend.

  “Really, Seth?” I heard Mia breathe softly into his ear. “Isn’t it time we went to bed? After your heroics today, don’t you think you deserve some sort of reward? Or at least a little pampering??”

  Mia’s eyes flicked quickly over me but I pretended to be not paying attention. I wanted Seth to stay at my bar, though. I wanted us to connect. And I felt sure we would, if only I could get him away from that Asian goddess.

  “I’m sorry, darling,” Seth said to Mia, “I’m a little… I don’t know… something about this afternoon. I think I need to have another drink.” He tried to take her aside, “I’m sorry, baby, it just doesn’t feel right. Can we make it up tomorrow night?”

  For a second, Mia looked livid, ready to curse him out. She cast such a hateful glance at me that I almost dropped the glass I was drying. How did I end up in the firing line? Then, just as quickly, she returned to calm.

  “I can’t promise anything,” she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, and walked off downstairs. Jay, Coco, and Jessica slid away swiftly after, only minutes before a loud argument broke out between Valentina and George. As far as I could tell, Valentina was berating George in Spanish, George was apologizing in English, while Mick, who knew both languages, was trying to sort it all out. Mercifully, they decided to go below, so Suzy escorted them. She fired me a saucy wink as she left Seth and me alone on deck. Like she was giving me the go-ahead now there was no one else around.

  Aside from a few interruptions, Seth and I had been having a light, fun, and engaging conversation through the night. So much so that, once or twice, I’d almost forgotten my mission for revenge and nearly divulged a couple of things about my past and my family that might have upset the applecart.

  This is weird, I thought as we talked, he’s not arrogant or greedy. His friends seem to really like him. I thought he would be an asshole, bragging and talking my ear off about how amazing he is, but he just isn’t.

  “Why are you being so secretive?” he asked, after the third time I dodged a question. “I’ve droned on about my life and my past all night, but I still know so little about you.”

  “It’s the dynamic,” I answered with a smile. “The psychiatrist doesn’t divulge anything about herself to the schizoid on her couch, does she?”

  Seth thought for a second, then burst out laughing. I half expected him to attack me for implying he was anything less than perfect, but it was such a joyous, infectious laugh, I couldn’t help but start to laugh with him.

  “I do know one thing about you, though,” he said, as his breathing returned to normal. I froze, my heart suddenly
thumping in my chest and a horrible cold feeling running through me. Shit! Has he been playing me all along? Is that why he’s being so nice? I felt very scared, and couldn’t have been more surprised if Seth whipped out a Luger pistol and shot me in the stomach. “I’ve seen you move about this boat all day, and I don’t think there’s any way you could have accidentally fallen overboard this afternoon. You’re too much of a pro.”

  I smiled and looked him deep in the eye. This was going to be a gamble. “You’ve got me.” I put my hands up. “The truth is you were ignoring me and I didn’t like it. I wanted your attention. I wanted to see if you’d save me — that’s all.”

  “And what if I hadn’t?”

  “I grew up around boats; I can swim like a fish.”

  “And now that I have?”

  I looked quickly around the deck. We were alone. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed him, full on the lips. I held it for as long as I dared, then stood back up straight again. Seth sat there, still and stunned.

  “Okay, closing time,” I sang, not able to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Please, leave everything, I’ll clean up in the morning.” And, with that, I trotted hastily away. I didn’t look up until I got to my cabin.

  *****

  Did I really do that? Did we really do that? These were the only thoughts running through my mind as I lay in my bunk. Even the quiet rocking of the ocean, guaranteed to send me off to sleep, seemed like it was mocking me. A creak and the boat rolled to port, did I really do that? A gentle push to starboard, did we really do that? It was like the sea itself was questioning my decision-making skills.

  I had kissed Seth Radisson, a man I’d chased halfway across the world to confront and exact revenge on. A man whose family was responsible for the ruin of my life and the death of my father. And I had kissed him.