Groaning, she followed Mr. Giovanni of of the wheel house and down the small crew only passage way. Mr. Giovanni showed her which cabin was hers, and which was his, they were close enough that she could go to him if she needed anything. As she deposited her carpetbag in her room and turned to follow him once again, she turned right into his broad chest.
"I'm sorry." She said
"Not to worry, my fault for standing so close." And with that he was out the door and walking down to corridor once again. As Alannah watched Mr. Giovanni from behind she couldn't help but notice his athletic build, the color of his skin was that of Italian heritage, he had black hair, and when he did look at her he had the most mesmerizing blue eyes. 'I wonder how good of a kisser he is,' she thought to herself. As if reading her mind, he stopped in mid step, turned around and pinned her up against the metal hull of the ship. He was now so close to her that she could pick up the intoxicating smell of citrus with a subtle hint of vanilla, she closed her eyes and just took in his scent. Alannah bit her lower lip in anticipation of the kiss that followed. When the kiss ended she was breathless and then he spoke to her in her native Irish he said, soft and low, "I know who you are Alannah Léan Ferguson, and all it would take is one word from me to the Captain to your father meet us at Amsterdam. You can only hide from your father for so long without my help Alannah." And with that he kissed her again, this time grabbing her in-between her legs. The kiss was long, hard and passionate that her breathing was becoming more and more labored and heavy. Then he pulled her into him with such force that she felt the growing of his groin beneath his uniform pants. A low moan escaped from her throat as their kiss continued, he kissed down her neck and back up. As suddenly as it began it ended as he pushed her away from him and walked away leaving her with the feelings of being fearful and yet yearning for more than just groping.
Slowing both her breathing down and her brain, Alannah stood against the wall for another moment, and then it hit her, the feeling of déjà vu , like she had known this man as a boy many years ago on the piers in Dalkey, but that man was … could it be? Her mind raced back to when she was thirteen. The young man she met who was a sailor, they had sat for hours just talking and watching the ships go by, then one day he was gone. What was his name? Nicolò, could this be Nicolò? The man she hasn't seen in nearly five long years, the man she lost her heart to. She had felt a yearning deep within her when she met him, she never forgot the way he looked, those piercing blue eyes and the way he held her made her weak in the knees.