Creole Woman — Gardner Francis Fox

"Have you tensions, Captain?"

Captain Stephens Vane stared at the girl, struck anew by the perfect grace of her body, the wild, sensuous beauty of her face. A challenge lay in her bright, dark eyes, in the tilt of her head.

She looked at him roguishly "A lot depends on the success of your mission, Captain. Nothing should stand in its way. Sometimes a man who is torn by tensions cannot think straight."

He moved toward her. Marianne lazily undid the buttons of the thin, tight shirt that imprisoned her soft, full breasts.

"You have never known a Creole woman, Captain?"

"Never."

Her smile was secret. "It will be an experience, Captain," she promised softly.