6.Dylan.
She followed him down the corridor to the officers' mess. He pointed to a table and motioned for her to sit down. God, she thought, he thinks I'm so stupid he has to communicate using sign language. She sat, her face flushing a deep crimson for the second time that morning. She hung her head so that no one would see the embarrassment on her face.
A plate appeared on the table in front of her,
"Sorry, it was all they had left." he said. "Eggs, and some unidentifiable meat."
She looked up at him. At those blue eyes that just stared right back at her, twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"I'm glad I amuse you." she said, glaring at him. "And thank you for the breakfast."
"I'm sorry ma'am," he said, "but nobody has ever managed to lock themselves in their own quarters before. At least not to my knowledge."
Feeling her colour rise yet again, and damning him for being able to make her blush so easily, she said, "My name is Dylan. Please use it. I'm nobody's ma'am. That's what people call the Queen. I'm just me. nobody special."
She dipped her head quickly, ostentatiously in order to eat some food, but really to get away from the look in his eyes. The quick flare of anger she had seen there had frightened her.
" Well, ma'.Dylan." he quickly corrected himself. "Ma'am is military protocol. It's a sign of respect. And you were sent to us as an emissary from the government."
Her head flew up.
"I beg your pardon? Emissary? I don't have any idea why I'm here, so if you know Colonel McQueen, I'd be truly grateful if you'd let me in on the secret!"
He stiffened. "I'm not at liberty to tell you that ma.". At the look in her eye, he quickly amended. "Dylan. I believe the Commodore is going to explain your orders when I get you to his office."
She sat and stared at him across the table,
God, she thought, does he know how good-looking he is?
He stood.
"If you're finished, I should deliver you to the Commodore."
She scooped up the last few forkfuls of egg, and stood.
"Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be Colonel." She smiled at him, a full beam smile, as she liked to think of it, and was rewarded with a momentary panic in his eyes.
Ha, she thought, so you get the jitters too, Blondie! She smiled to herself as he turned and began heading out of the mess hall.
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She followed him down the corridor to the officers' mess. He pointed to a table and motioned for her to sit down. God, she thought, he thinks I'm so stupid he has to communicate using sign language. She sat, her face flushing a deep crimson for the second time that morning. She hung her head so that no one would see the embarrassment on her face.
A plate appeared on the table in front of her,
"Sorry, it was all they had left." he said. "Eggs, and some unidentifiable meat."
She looked up at him. At those blue eyes that just stared right back at her, twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"I'm glad I amuse you." she said, glaring at him. "And thank you for the breakfast."
"I'm sorry ma'am," he said, "but nobody has ever managed to lock themselves in their own quarters before. At least not to my knowledge."
Feeling her colour rise yet again, and damning him for being able to make her blush so easily, she said, "My name is Dylan. Please use it. I'm nobody's ma'am. That's what people call the Queen. I'm just me. nobody special."
She dipped her head quickly, ostentatiously in order to eat some food, but really to get away from the look in his eyes. The quick flare of anger she had seen there had frightened her.
" Well, ma'.Dylan." he quickly corrected himself. "Ma'am is military protocol. It's a sign of respect. And you were sent to us as an emissary from the government."
Her head flew up.
"I beg your pardon? Emissary? I don't have any idea why I'm here, so if you know Colonel McQueen, I'd be truly grateful if you'd let me in on the secret!"
He stiffened. "I'm not at liberty to tell you that ma.". At the look in her eye, he quickly amended. "Dylan. I believe the Commodore is going to explain your orders when I get you to his office."
She sat and stared at him across the table,
God, she thought, does he know how good-looking he is?
He stood.
"If you're finished, I should deliver you to the Commodore."
She scooped up the last few forkfuls of egg, and stood.
"Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be Colonel." She smiled at him, a full beam smile, as she liked to think of it, and was rewarded with a momentary panic in his eyes.
Ha, she thought, so you get the jitters too, Blondie! She smiled to herself as he turned and began heading out of the mess hall.
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