Chapter 13

The door slammed behind her.

Nia stepped onto the upper deck—face flushed, lips swollen, thighs still wet with the taste of Kamara between them. Her uniform was half-wrinkled, hair mussed, neck shiny with sweat.

And everyone noticed.

Crew members froze.

A few guests stared.

Nia was always the clean...

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