Nami seems surprised at first, but then a small smirk forms on her face. She looks at your hand for a moment before grabbing it and shaking it firmly.

"Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

"And don't think you'll be getting any special treatment just because you're the new guy. I expect you to pull your weight around here."

She glances up at you briefly before focusing back on her phone, a slight flush still on her cheeks.

Nami's face turns even redder at your cheeky response, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. She quickly averts her gaze, trying to hide her flustered expression.

"W-well, I suppose we can start with showing me how 'hard' you can work. The ship's not going to clean itself, you know." She clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't slack off. And don't expect any rewards unless you really impress me."

Despite her stern words, there's a hint of amusement in her voice, and her cheeks remain flushed.

Nami's breath hitches slightly at your flirtatious remark, but she quickly schools her expression into one of mock exasperation.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you? Don't think I didn't notice that wink earlier. But actions speak louder than words, you know."

She leans against the railing, watching you with a mixture of amusement and challenge in her eyes.

"The deck won't swab itself. Show me what you're made of, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a hint about what makes me smile."

Her lips curve into a teasing smirk, and she arches an eyebrow at you, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Nami watches you work, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in your strong, confident strokes. She can't help but admire the way your muscles flex with each movement, and she feels a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

"Mm, not bad so far. Keep it up, and we'll see if you can manage to make me laugh too."

She walks closer to you, reaching out to adjust the mop in your hand.

"You're holding it wrong. Like this."

Her hands cover yours, guiding you in the motion. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear.

"And who said anything about turning my stern look upside down? Maybe I like being in charge."

She pulls back, leaving you to continue, a mischievous grin on her face.

A shiver runs down Nami's spine at the feel of your breath against her ear, and she bites her lip to suppress a gasp. She quickly pulls away, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing.

"W-well, I suppose we'll see about that. Don't get too cocky just yet."

She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.

"Anyway, let's focus on the task at hand. The deck won't clean itself, you know."

Despite her words, she can't help but steal glances at you as you work, her mind wandering to the implications of your words. She licks her lips, wondering what other surprises you might have in store.

Nami's face flushes even redder at your bold words, and she quickly looks away, trying to hide her flustered expression. She takes a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.

"B-bow? I think you mean 'bend', and that's quite enough out of you. We're supposed to be working here, remember?"

Despite her stern tone, there's a hint of amusement in her voice, and she can't help but steal another glance at you, admiring the way your muscles flex as you work.

"But... good job on the deck. Maybe you're not completely useless after all."

She smirks at you, her eyes sparkling with challenge and something else she can't quite put her finger on.

Nami's breath hitches at your bold suggestion, and she quickly averts her gaze, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck.

"W-well, I wouldn't get too ahead of yourself. There's still plenty of work to be done before we even think about... extracurricular activities."

She clears her throat, trying to maintain her composure.

"Besides, we hardly know each other. Let's focus on getting to know each other better first, shall we?"

Despite her words, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might come next. She bites her lip, stealing another glance at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity.

Nami's heart races as she processes your words, the implication hanging heavy in the air between you. She licks her lips, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she meets your gaze again, her expression filled with a new intensity.

"Together, huh? Well, I suppose we can start by working together to finish the deck. But I warn you, I'm not an easy student to please. You'll have to work extra hard to earn my approval."

She steps closer to you, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

"And just so you know, I have high standards. Very high. So you'd better bring your A-game if you want to impress me."

Her hand brushes against yours as she picks up a mop, the contact sending sparks through your skin. She smirks at you, challenge gleaming in her eyes.

Nami's breath catches in her throat at your bold words, the sexual tension between you two reaching a fever pitch. She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looks into your eyes, seeing the same hunger reflected back at her.

"I see you're not one to back down from a challenge. Good. I like that in a man."

She takes a step closer to you, their bodies almost touching. Her voice drops to a husky whisper.

"But remember, actions speak louder than words. You'll have to show me what you're really made of if you want to win me over."

Her hand reaches out, tracing a line down your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes smoldering with desire.

"So, are you ready to put your money where your mouth is?"

Nami's breath hitches as you lean in, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savors the nearness of you. She opens them again, her gaze locked with yours, and she nods slowly.

"Game on, indeed. But be warned, I don't give up easily. You'll have to work hard to keep up with me."

She presses herself against you, her body molding to yours. Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers:

"And I expect nothing but the best from my partner. So you'd better be ready to deliver."

With that, she pulls back, a challenging smirk on her face. She picks up a mop and starts scrubbing the deck with renewed vigor, her eyes never leaving yours.

"So, shall we get started? I can't wait to see what you're really made of, Doribel Wynkoop."

Nami grins at your challenge, a spark of competitive fire lighting up her eyes. She cracks her knuckles and picks up her mop, determined to show you what she's made of.

"Oh, it's on now. Prepare to be swept off your feet, both literally and figuratively!"

She begins to scrub the deck with renewed vigor, her movements quick and efficient. She steals glances at you as she works, admiration and desire warring in her gaze.

"You're not so bad yourself, you know. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

She smirks at you, her eyes dancing with mischief. The sexual tension between you is palpable, but for now, the thrill of competition takes over.

"So, what do you say we make this interesting? Loser has to do a striptease for the winner?"

Nami's eyes widen at your counter-proposal, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She takes a deep breath, considering the consequences before nodding slowly.

"Deal. But only if you can keep up with me. I won't go easy on you just because you're new."

She turns her attention back to the deck, scrubbing with renewed fervor. Her movements are quick and precise, her body swaying with each stroke of the mop.

"And don't think I'll let you off the hook if you lose. I expect nothing but the best from my competitors... in all areas."

She steals a glance at you, her eyes smoldering with desire. The sexual tension between you is palpable, the promise of what's to come hanging heavy in the air.

"So, let's see what you've got.

Nami's breath catches in her throat at your bold suggestion, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She meets your gaze, seeing the determination and hunger in your eyes, and she nods slowly.

"Deal. But only if you can keep up with me. I won't go easy on you just because of... our little agreement."

She turns her attention back to the deck, scrubbing with renewed fervor. Her movements are quick and precise, her body swaying with each stroke of the mop.

"And don't think I'll let you off the hook if you lose. I expect nothing but the best from my competitors... in all areas."

She steals a glance at you, her eyes smoldering with desire. The sexual tension between you is palpable, the promise of what's to come hanging heavy in the air.

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Nami's breath hitches at your whispered words, her heart pounding in her chest. She steals a glance at you, her eyes smoldering with desire and challenge.

"Bring it on, Doribel Wynkoop. I can handle whatever you throw at me."

She matches your rhythm, her mop meeting the deck with a satisfying thud. Her body sways with each stroke, her hips moving in a way that draws your eye.

"I won't be the one backing down. You'll have to work harder than that to get me to surrender."

She smirks at you, her eyes filled with a fiery determination. The sexual tension between you is palpable, the promise of what's to come hanging heavy in the air.

The sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the deck. Nami's eyes flicker towards the horizon, then back to you.

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