The formal Captain’s Dinner was in full swing in the grand Emerald Ballroom. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above tables draped in heavy white linen. VIP passengers and dignitaries from three different countries laughed and clinked glasses while a string quartet played softly. I sat to Captain Kai Rivera’s right in a elegant but modest emerald dress he’d chosen for me modest from the waist up, dangerously short underneath.

“Smile and behave,” Kai murmured beside me as the first course arrived. His voice was low, authoritative. “For now.”

I leaned closer, keeping my voice sweet for anyone who might glance over. “Behave? After last night’s storm fucking? You’re asking a lot, Captain.”...