Pirate's Love: Chapter 4
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" 'He's not married either.' " Iris laughed then turned to Jonathan who was sitting on the edge of the bed in the room she would be staying in. "This is going to be much too easy. We've been here hardly a day and already the man is taken with me. And if I keep acting the way I do I'm sure the Governor will continue with his little facts about the Commodore's love life. I really think he's going to try and set us up. It won't be too difficult for me to seduce the Commodore, either. He's a relatively attractive man, and as you know, as long as there is some attraction it's a breeze. Oh!" Iris gasped, a look of disgust upon her face, "Do you remember that man in Scotland? The really old haggard one?"
Jonathan thought for a moment, then a look of recognition came across his face, then a look of disgust of his own.
"Yes… that one. That was horrible! There was no attraction and he always smelled of old ale and haggis…" Iris shuddered, then her face brightened slightly, "If it weren't for his son I don't think I would've made it… I probably would have gone mad. …I don't understand how such a grotesque man could produce such a well-mannered attractive son." A smirk came across Iris' face, "You know, if it weren't for our agenda I think I would've stayed with him. After the …accidental death of his father the young man owned everything. Just think, I could be waking up right now in a castle with… thirty servants just for me!" Iris sighed and looked over at Jonathan who was laughing, "What? A girl can dream can't she? …You better stop that, or next time I'll have Edward be my father, while you sleep in the servant's quarters!" A smug look came across her face as Jonathan became quite almost instantly. "Now leave me, I must get ready before supper. I must look my best for the Commodore." Jonathan nodded and left the room, leaving Iris to dress and arrange her spiral curls into a loose bun.
That night Iris sat beside the Commodore at supper. Across from her sat Elizabeth Swan, and her husband, William Turner. Before supper Iris had met them, and began thinking of a way to get William. At the end of the table sat Governor Swan, and her "father" beside him, then the Commodore.
Iris ate quietly, answering an occasional question, or blushing lightly at something the Commodore had said. Every once in awhile she would "accidentally" brush the Commodore's arm lightly with her own, causing his face to go slightly pink every time. After dessert Iris went out onto the balcony from the large parlor where her "father", the Governor, Commodore, Elizabeth, and William sat talking.
She soon heard the Governor and Jonathan excuse themselves, then shortly after foot steps behind her. She pretended not to notice and continued to look out at the garden which stretched far before the balcony.
"May I join you, Miss de Lure?" came the Commodore's deep voice.
Iris turned towards him and smiled, "Of course, and please call me Iris."
The Commodore nodded his head slightly then looked out over the garden. Iris placed her hands lightly on the balcony rail, turning back to the view.
Moments passed before the Commodore spoke again, "Miss de Lure… Iris," He corrected himself, "would you accompany me on a walk?"
Iris looked up at him, a smile placing itself on her lips, "I would love that." She replied taking the Commodore's arm, then walking down the steps to the garden with him.
They wandered in silence looking at all the fountains, roses, and assorted flowers and plants. After some time of walking on the path they reached a stone bench on which Iris sat and looked up at the night sky.
"It's absolutely beautiful." She whispered.
"Yes, you are." The Commodore said almost inaudibly, and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder.
Iris turned her gaze onto his face which was full of admiration, and blushed furiously, "My dear Commodore, you are too kind. Though I am not quite as you say." Iris got up, still blushing, and turned slightly from him.
"No, you are right, you are much more than beautiful, you are charming, and intelligent, and radiant." He spoke softly, "You are like an angel."
Iris felt her cheeks grow hot with a true blush, not just an act. Never had she been complimented in such ways. She faced the Commodore, with her eyes gazing at the ground, "Truly?"
"Truly. I speak from my heart, dear Iris." The Commodore placed his hand lightly under Iris' chin and lifted it, so that she no longer looked at the ground, but at him.
Iris looked deep into his eyes and saw the sincerity of his words, and at that moment he was the most beautiful man to her. Iris shook her head and again looked at the ground. She could not let this happen, she could not fall for him! She would not be drawn in by petty words of sweetness. Iris had a job to do and becoming attached, even in the least could sabotage everything!
"Iris, is everything all right?" The Commodore's kind tone drilled a hole in her.
"Yes, of course my dear Commodore," Iris smiled fakely, "it is only I have never been spoken to in that manner. It touched me." She would not be sucked into a life of a seeming fairy tale love, she would complete her job.
The Commodore placed his hand lightly on her cheek and smiled down at her, then nervously, spoke. "Iris… may," he paused, "May I kiss you?"
Iris smiled broadly, blushing lightly, "Yes. Yes you may."
A small smile appeared on the Commodore's lips and he bent forward and kissed Iris lightly on her lips.