Captain Jack Sparrow, in my room!

Chapter 2

As she stared down at Jack, it took her a few moments to fully understand what she was doing. Still.

She went to pull her hand away but it seemed not to be willing to move.

"Uh…umm…" she stuttered not knowing how to respond to Jacks comment.

As soon as one of his eyebrows rose with a teasing, questioning manner, still grinning from ear to ear he said:

"Can't get enough, eh?"

"Oh my god…" Katrina whispered softly, mostly intending it to be for herself, she pulled her hand away as if Jacks chest had burnt her.

She couldn't help but keep peering at him, her head over the edge of the bed, looking into Jacks dark brown eyes below her.

"Don't worry, darling," Katrina heard Jack speak again, being snapped out of her intent gazing. "Please, take your time. I don't mind lying here and letting you stare at me for hours on end. You're a fine young lass yourself so I'll be able to look right back at you for as long as it takes, savvy?" he said with a smirk on his face.

Katrina almost died right there and then.

He is so gorgeous! I must be dreaming, she thought to herself but the feeling of his chest had proved to her earlier that this was not a dream.

Her face flushed suddenly unable to hide her embarrassment at what jack had just said to her. She pulled herself back up onto the bed so that she was lying flat on her back suddenly feeling self conscious. Looking down at her body she was of a 'petit' frame and slim. She wore a pair of extremely small pink sleeping shorts and a snug fitting, striped pink and white vest. She only just realised how small the clothes where on her, obviously not supposed to be seen by anyone else but her.

Oh my god! The infamous, well, VERY famous Captain Jack Sparrow is in my room and this is all I'm wearing.

She new him very well, his character, what he was known for, ever the ladies man.

Bloody hell! She thought, suddenly panicking about her state of undress.

I think this is probably nothing remotely like the more modest nightgowns of the 17th Century.

She was snapped out of her thoughts again by seeing Jack sit up and look over the edge of the bed at her.

"Interesting, sleeping garments…"Jack commented suggestively as his eyes swept over her.

The dumbness and disbelief was now starting to ease off and Katrina felt she was able to form more coherent thoughts and maybe attempt to speak.

"Jack! Do you mind?!"

"Nope," he said jovially, "Not at all luv, and it's Cap-"

"Captain." Katrina interrupted with a hint of irritation leaking into her speech.

"Okay!" Jack put his hands up in defence "and yes, it is Captain, unless we become better acquainted then I may allow exceptions." He said haughtily.

"Well, Captain, will you pass me my dressing gown from the back of my door, please?" Katrina asked.

"Oh, I think you look much better the way you are now." Jake stated with a smirk that flashed gold in the limited amount of light coming from Katrina's glitter lamp.

Katrina shot Jack the look of death which indicated that he should quit while he was ahead and do as she said. He understood it immediately. Many women had looked at him that way before giving him a slap across the face.

He slightly winced at the memory but quickly stood and swaggered to the door to retrieve said item of clothing.

While taking the silky, red Japanese style dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door, Jack noticed a rather interesting belt hanging from the back of the door also.

It had a large metal buckle with a skull and cross bones on it. That's…interesting he thought.

He walked back over to the bed where Katrina was sitting and had her arms crossed over her chest. He held the dressing gown from both its shoulders and shook it slightly as to urge Katrina to stand up. Katrina stood up and turned around so her back was to Jack. Putting her arms through the sleeves, Jack pulled it around her shoulders as she stepped back so her arms wouldn't get stuck. She felt the warm, rum scent of Jacks breathe on the back of her neck and a shiver ran right down her spine in response.

Pulling the rest of the robe around her hastily she tied the small strap around the front.

Oh why couldn't I have bought a sensible, full length robe like most people?

The one she wore only came half way down her thighs and the silky material didn't leave much to the imagination. It was the best she could do in the circumstances really. She wasn't expecting company after all. Anyway, how the hell did Jack Sparrow turn up in her room?

That was one question she had to know the answer to.