Where was everybody? Morgan wondered as he walked through the control room. The second officer was controlling the space ship, but the rest of the crew seemed to have vanished into thin air. Even the guards he had posted to prevent any intruders from entering the bridge were gone. Strange. Very strange.
"What's going on?" he asked the second officer. "Where is everyone?"
The young man blushed slightly and stammered "I don't know, sir."
Morgan was not convinced. It was as if he knew something but didn't say it. Well, he would get to the bottom of it, either way. He started searching methodically throughout the ship.
Not long after he could hear voices coming from the back part of the ship, near the medical unit. Several blushing members of his crew were running off as he came closer. He stepped inside the medical unit and was stunned. Inside was his first pilot Kendrick standing in the middle of a group of men, putting a small bandage over the arm of one of them, while the others paid close attention to every move she made.
"You need to be more careful from now on, Mr Simpson," she declared and everyone of her court nodded thoughtfully.
"There you go," she finally declared. "Now, was there anyone else who needed a hand?"
"Yes," several of the others exclaimed ad they all started to state all the different ailments that was troubling them.
Morgan coughed loudly. "Are you all getting too sickly to do your duty? In that case I better put you on shore duty instead," he snarled at them.
A lot of stammering resulted and Morgan felt as if his entire crew had turned into snotty brats all of a sudden. It seemed they were in great need of some military discipline, and he prepared to bellow out orders to each and every one of them.
"Oh, you shouldn't blame theme, Captain," he suddenly heard Kendrick state in that sweet voice of hers.
"And why not?"
"I just helped them with some wounds and some sprained fingers that would otherwise had gone untreated."
"What? Are you some kind of doctor as well?"
"No, but I have been acting as a nurse on quite a few of the missions I've participated in."
"I'll bet you have," Morgan growled. "All right, you can continue treating the sick, but from now on
I
decide which one needs treatment." He turned to his men. "Now, get back to work if you can't produce a real injury!" Every one of them turned away and almost sprinted out the door. Sissies, Morgan thought. She had reduced his men to a bunch of sissies worried about a few splinters in their fingers.
"How about you, Captain?" Kendrick said smilingly. "Are you in need of treatment perhaps?"
He must be dreaming, Morgan thought, and for a moment he thought of telling her to treat the ailment in his hardened cock, but that wouldn't do.
"No, I'm fine," he growled. "Now, you get back to work as well, Missy!"
"I'm off duty."
"Then go and do something useful, then," he snarled at her, knowing he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help himself. If he started to be nice to her, he wouldn't account for what his next action would be. He was finally alone with her. A situation he had tried to avoid for several days now. He started walking quickly toward the door.
"You sure about that, Captain? I'm sure I can give you something for those sleeping troubles you've been having."
He stopped abruptly. How did she know about his sleeping problems? "What do you know about my sleeping habits?"
"I have the cabin right next to you and the walls don't seem to be very thick. I hear almost every sound from yours."
She had the cabin next to his? What was this? Great. Just what he didn't want to hear. "And how did you end up there?" he asked her. "I seem to remember asking the private to place you in another cabin."
"I requested it," she said smilingly. "I thought that would be the safest place on the craft, if you catch my meaning."
He almost laughed at her statement. Sure, if she thought him a eunuch, sure it was safe. But he wasn't, and that made him even angrier. "You thought so, did you? Well, maybe you were wrong, Missy and should consider moving to another cabin," he stated and turned and walked quickly away from her tempting presence.
***
Eva smiled knowingly as she watched him trail off. She was getting under his skin. The plan was working perfectly. In fact, he was kind of sweet in a way. Growling and throwing orders but still she sensed a hidden decency that she had seldom met in the men she had encountered before. It made him an even easier target, she thought.
Thankfully he was not that bad looking either. She was happy about that. She found him attractive in a manly and roguish way. That made it all so much easier. His tanned skin and the strong body only partly hidden by the tight clothes he was wearing, all in all a man she would normally be attracted to – even if she didn't have him on her agenda already.
Her brother had been very clear on her assignment. To get the information they needed and use every weapon in her arsenal to achieve her mission. Even if it meant seducing a man she hated. Oh well, she could hate what he stood for but still admire his well-trained body, couldn't she?
***
A few days later, Morgan was helping one of the youngest crewmembers moving some heavy crates. If he wanted to be accepted as Captain he still had to put in a days work, Morgan thought as he handed a crate to Austin. At the same time Austin lost his balance and started waving his hands.
"Don't loose the crate," Morgan shouted as he ran to help. Austin tried to hold on to the heavy box, but at the same time he stepped on a pipe and fell backwards. Morgan jumped forward and managed to take a hold on the crate as it followed Austin down to the floor. A nail scraped along his wrist but Morgan only held on tighter as he felt a sharp sting along his arm. He looked down on his arm and noticed blood seeping through his skin suit.
"Damn it," he swore as he felt the pain sting through his arm. Austin had managed to get back on his feet by now.
