Captive of My Desires
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“Of course you do, Gabby. You want that captain. It’s been obvious since your reaction to him on the wharf. And Ohr mentioned you slept on the deck last night. Couldn’t take it, could you, being alone with him in the same room? I certainly wouldn’t be able to, if the woman I wanted was in such close proximity.”
She ground her teeth together in frustration. “You’re making assumptions without thinking. I might find him attractive, but then any woman would. That doesn’t mean I can do anything about it. Unlike you
men, we women need a ring on our finger first.”
He raised a brow, possibly because her tone had sounded so prim and proper. “Do you really? I never would have taken you for a stickler for—”
“What the deuce did I return to England for except to find a husband?” she cut in. “If I didn’t need one first, there were any number of times I could have fallen from grace, as it were.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“I swear, Richard, I’m not going to have any teeth left before this conversation is done. You know bloody well what you’re suggesting just isn’t—”
“It’s done all the time,chérie, ” he interrupted this time. “You just led a sheltered life where the scandals from the wicked city never reached your ears. But consider, scandals only involved the women who got caught. You can’t imagine how many others fell from grace, as you put it, without anyone being the wiser, including the husbands they eventually settled down with.”
“You know that from experience, do you?”
He grinned and wiggled his brows in a suggestive manner. “But of course.” He turned to stare out to sea again. He was only teasing, she reminded herself. If she took him seriously, she’d end up thinking about his outrageous suggestion, and she didn’t dare tread down that path.
“Take my advice, Richard,” she said in earnest. “Forget about that particular lady. Even if she wasn’t happy in her marriage, there’s more to consider, like how many pieces her husband would cut you into.
Malory was serious, you know. Hewould kill you. So do yourself a favor and stop thinking about his wife.”
She thought she heard him sigh forlornly. “Easier said than done. Try it yourself,” he added as he stood up to leave. “You’ll see.”
She got the point. Leaving the cabin last night hadn’t stopped her from thinking about the captain. It was a wonder she’d gotten any sleep at all. But then, while her situation was like Richard’s, there was a major difference. She might still want Drew just as Richard wanted the man’s sister, but she also despised him now. And how the deuce could she still want a man she despised? “Darned body urges that had nothing to do with common sense,” she grumbled as she turned the wheel a little too sharply.
Chapter 29
GABRIELLE’S NEW CABIN WAS MUCH SMALLERthan the captain’s, but that was to be expected. There was a decent-sized bed, a standing wardrobe for her clothes, a small table with two chairs for dining, and even a writing desk. No nice bank of windows like Drew had, but she didn’t expect to spend much time in the cabin, so it didn’t matter.
Ohr had seen to moving her carpetbags again without being asked, but he’d forgotten about Miss Carla, or maybe he’d left her behind deliberately because he really hated that bird. Most of Nathan’s crew felt the same way. But Gabrielle wasn’t going to use the excuse of fetching the parrot to see the captain again.
She poked her head out the door and got lucky, seeing Bixley passing. “Can you fetch Miss Carla for me, please?” At his wince, she added, “Oh, come on, she’s caged. Your fingers are safe.”
“I was thinking of my ears,” he replied with a chuckle, and hurried off to comply.
She made room on the writing desk for Bixley to set the cage when he returned. It only took a moment later for her to learn how the captain had amused himself during the day.
She’d been sure she knew all of Miss Carla’s repertoire by now. After three years, she’d taught her quite a few phrases herself. But no sooner was the bird set down on the desk than she squawked and said “Coward” quite precisely.
Bixley raised both brows at Gabrielle when he heard the bird, and he mumbled distinctly, “That’s a real bad word to be teaching it, Miss Gabby.”
She didn’t blush until then. She’d merely figured that Drew had picked that word because he thought the parrot was hers. He’d also probably picked it because he figured it would matter to her, she being a supposed pirate and all, that he was calling her a coward because she had avoided him all day. Throwing down the gauntlet, as it were. If she really were a pirate it might matter to her, but since she wasn’t, it didn’t.
“I know better,” she said. “She didn’t learn that word from me.”
“Ah,” he replied on his way out the door. “The American was ornery, then.” Indeed, and a lot worse, she realized not ten minutes later when Miss Carla said, “Time to get na**d, wench.”
Good grief ! An entire phrase like that in one day? She was incredulous, and had to allow that perhaps her father had taught the bird that one long ago and she’d just never heard it before, since she’d never started to remove her clothes in front of the bird before. That’s what she’d started to do, to get ready for bed.
And yet, the phrases her father had taught Miss Carla were mostly derogatory and indicative of his dislike for his wife. In particular, the phrase the bird most favored was “Carla’s a witch.” Gabrielle was surprised when Margery showed up a while later. “Are you sure you’re feeling better? I can manage for a few more days if you’re not.”
“I’m fine now,” Margery assured her. “It’s more annoying than anything else that it takes me so long to find my ‘sea legs,’ as you call them.”
Gabrielle grinned. “We can’t all be sailors.”
Margery snorted, then moved to Gabrielle’s bags. “Let’s get you unpacked. At least this cabin has a wardrobe to put your clothes in. And here, you’ll be needing these. If you’re going to be gallivanting about the decks like you usually do and helping out as needed like youalso usually do when you’re aboard ship, then you’ll be wearing these just to give me some peace of mind,” Margery said.
“These” were one of the cut-off britches Gabrielle had obtained back when Nathan first started letting
her sail with him. They were a snug fit, very comfortable, and she wore them with a long-sleeved shirt that hung nearly to her knees, to keep it from being known just how snugly the pants hugged her backside.
Gabrielle lifted a curious brow. “Peace of mind?”
“Indeed,” Margery huffed, but then confessed, “I’ve already had nightmares about you tripping over your long skirts and falling right over the rail. And don’t you even think of denying it could happen, young lady. We both know ithas happened before.”
Gabrielle laughed. Trust her friend to remember that one single time the wind had caught her skirt just so and tangled it in her legs enough to trip her, and indeed, she’d been too close to the railing when it happened and had stumbled right over it. Being at sea at the time had required her having to be fished out and then having to deal with the crew’s laughter when she came up looking like a drowned fish. She’d gotten a pair of britches from Richard that very day and had had more made when she got home.
“You’re lucky I thought to pack them,” Margery continued as she shoved the britches at Gabrielle.
“But why did you?” Gabrielle asked. “I wasn’t sailing with my father.”
“I know, and I even hoped you wouldn’t need them, but truth be told, I had visions of you telling that captain of the ship we took to England how to run his own ship and showing him just how it’s done.”
“I wouldn’t have!” Gabrielle laughed.
“No, but you might have used that as an excuse just because you like the sailor’s life too much. I’m actually surprised you restrained yourself.”
“I had too much on my mind that trip to even notice how the ship was being run.”
“Now, now, don’t you worry none about getting yourself that husband,” Margery said, guessing accurately what had been on her mind back then. “We’ll get back to the matter of looking for one soon enough once we fetch your father out of that dungeon.” Gabrielle sighed. “It’s a shame I had to leave all those pretty new gowns behind.”
“I packed a few,” Margery said, and took one out to show her.
“But I’m not going to have an opportunity to wear them on this trip.”
“Who says you’re not? Just because you’re going to wear those britches to keep you safe while on deck, doesn’t mean you can’t dress for dinner at least. There’ll be no forgetting you’re a lady.” Gabrielle grinned. “Actually, for this voyage I’m a pirate.”
“I’ll concede—a lady pirate. And here’s that shirt you wear with those britches.” Then Margery tsked, looking at her hair, which she’d merely tied back with a ribbon today. “I’ll help you fix that in the morning.”
“Not a chance. It’s just a waste of time doing up a fancy coiffure aboard ship. The wind will just rip it down.”
“That’s only because you won’t stay off the deck,” Margery huffed.
“Swab those decks!” Miss Carla put in her two cents.
“Oh, hush, you daffy bird,” Margery said, and headed toward the door. “I’ll see you bright and early, Gabby. Get a good night’s sleep.”
Afraid to hear any more out of Miss Carla for the night, Gabrielle rummaged through the wardrobe for one of the petticoats Margery had just hung up and draped it over the bird’s cage. A cover of any sort usually worked to shut her up. Now, if she could just quiet her thoughts as easily, then she might get some sleep.
Chapter 30
GABRIELLE DREAMED ABOUTDREW THAT NIGHT,that he was kissing her. The dream seemed to go on endlessly, too, and brought back every one of the sensations his real kisses had made her feel.
She even remembered the dream, too clearly, when she woke the next morning. She blamed it on that blasted kiss in his cabin. And she woke feeling nearly as flustered from the dream as she had been from his attempt to seduce her. Well, it wasn’t quite that bad. She didn’t think anything could be that bad, as hot and bothered as he’d made her feel the other night.
She joined her “officers” for the morning meal. Drew was looking a bit glum now after her desertion. He seemed to be ignoring them, just staring off into space. He’d been unable to hide a brief moment of surprise, though, when she showed up. After yesterday, he’d probably thought he wouldn’t be seeing her again.
He couldn’t help but hear the camaraderie between her and her friends, the laughter, Richard’s usual teasing that could get risqué occasionally, and today was no exception. All harmless, but Drew wouldn’t know that. The men certainly weren’t treating her with the respect Drew might figure a “captain” was due, but she’d already decided it would be impossible to try to enforce that for an entire voyage just for his benefit, when the easy bantering was normal for pirates and this was how they were with Nathan, too.
And she’d gotten comfortable, too, donning the britches Margery had insisted she wear. Maybe that had accounted for Drew’s brief look of surprise. He may not have ever seen a woman wearing britches before.
Gabrielle didn’t leave the cabin when her friends did. She continued to lounge at the table where they’d eaten. She stretched out her feet and crossed them under the table. Leaning back in her chair, she even locked her hands behind her head. In no way did it look like she might still be there to finish the meal.
Drew made no pretense about watching her now. As soon as the others left and they were alone in the room, his dark eyes latched onto her and stayed there. He might have been trying to disturb her with his perusal, but she didn’t allow it to work. The conversation she was going to start was going to be entirely in her favor today. She wasn’t going to give him a chance to start in onhis campaign again.
She stretched a little so that her br**sts were molded more firmly against the thick cotton of her shirt.
Just a little. She didn’t want to be obvious that she was showing off her attributes to him. That she wasn’t tightly bound beneath the black shirt wasn’t for his benefit, though. She wasn’t pretending to be a boy, after all, and never had tried to conceal her br**sts when she dressed in her ship’s togs, as she called
them. The shirts she wore were thick enough to keep her modest, with a thin camisole beneath them.
She gave Drew a curiously innocent look now and asked, “Do you really think I’m a coward, just because I decided that I prefer to sleep na**d, as I usually do, and I went off to find a cabin where I could do that?”
His incredulous expression made her want to crow with laughter, but she kept her features schooled. It was a legitimate question, after what he’d taught her parrot to say. Of course, she hadn’t needed to elaborate.
After a moment or two he said, “You could have slept na**d here.” She gave him a thoughtful nod. “Yes, I know. And it probably wouldn’t have bothered me to do so. But I was afraid it might disturb you, and it’s not my intention to deprive you of sleep. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble sleeping with your new roommates.”
He snorted, but it was telling, how quickly he changed the subject when he asked, “Who’s this Carla person that the parrot calls a witch? That wouldn’t be your real name, would it?” Gabrielle laughed. She couldn’t help it. He was still trying to annoy her with insults. It didn’t work at all this time.