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thomthom
At World's End: Chapter 21
Dani made her way to the fort in the cool night air. She shivered against the wind that had started to pick up. She didn't want to do this. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. Dani really hoped that she wasn't going to have to…sleep with him. She hoped her plan worked. She must remember to thank Tia Dalma for what she was about to use.
She knocked on the door and Cutler Beckett answered.
"Ah, Miss Meyer, we wondered where you had gotten to."
"Lord Beckett, pleasure to see you again," she smiled as she curtsied.
He placed his finger under her chin and moved her face up to meet his eyes. "Do let me know if I can do anything for you in the future."
"Yes, sire." She smiled again as she tried to keep herself from being sick. Beckett looked her up and down as he ushered her into Norrington's office, smiling as his eyes hit her chest, then excusing himself.
"Danielle Meyer! We were so worried about you." James Norrington told her. "Please take a seat." He told her as he pulled out a chair.
"Thank you. I apologize for my sudden departure. I got word that one of my cousins on the other side of the island was sick, so I went to take care of her."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Would you like something to drink?"
"Anything would be fine."
"Here you go," he said as he handed her a glass of wine. She took a sip and almost spit it out, she was used to rum. "Is something wrong? You seem different."
"I'm fine. It's just my cousin's illness made me think of my own mortality."
"That's very sad. Such a beautiful woman shouldn't think of such things."
"What should they think of?"
""You have beauty, obviously brains, our future family would have the breeding. You should be thinking of the bounty we could create."
The room was quiet. He was thinking of a family with her. This was going to be impossible.
"Danielle?" he asked.
"Yes?"
"Have you thought any more about my offer?"
"Well, with my cousin being so ill, I wanted to think it over completely, but have decided, yes, as long as we can get permission from my family in London."
"I'll send word immediately." He looked elated.
"A toast, then?" she suggested as he paced the office. She very quickly and carefully poured a powdered concoction into the drink he had set down. If it worked, he would be leading her to the heart in moments. And the best part would be that he wouldn't remember a thing.
"A toast! To us!" He picked up his glass and tapped it against hers. She took a sip and he followed suit.
He leaned in for a kiss that she had no other way to deal with than to kiss him back. It wasn't like the passionate, warm kisses she shared with Jack. It was wet and sloppy. There was no way she could spend the rest of her life doing this.
When James pulled back, his eyes had glazed over and he smiled at her goofily.
"James?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Where is the heart?"
"In your chest, love." He went to point at her heart but ended up staring at her bosom.
"No, not my heart. Davy Jones' heart."
"Oh, that's in Beckett's office."
"Thank you, James." She smiled. She sat him in his chair and put his head down on the desk. "I hope you know I'm very sorry," she said before she left the room.
Danielle crept slowly down the hall. That wasn't so easy because of the sound her shoes made on the floor. She found Beckett's office and opened the door. And to her surprise, he was sitting at his desk.
"Lord Beckett…I…"
"Came to find me?"
"Yes. Actually. I thought I might take you up on your offer."
Beckett smiled at her. He was in no way in love with her. He was just attracted to her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to taste her. She smiled at him and he stood up from his desk. He walked over to her and put his hand on her corseted waist and another on her chest. He leaned in to kiss her and she gave in. She was going to need a lot of alcohol to forget tonight.
Jack would murder her. Jack would murder him, too. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Jack.
She opened her eyes and saw someone at the window. It was Jack. While she was keeping Beckett busy, Jack climbed silently into the room. His eyes were filled with rage as he knocked Beckett out with the back end of his sword.
"See, you did need to be rescued."
"I was doing just fine."
"While his tongue was in your mouth or were you waiting for his hand to go up your skirt?"
"Jack, just help me to find the --…"
Jack opened the box on Beckett's desk and the room was filled with the sounds of a heartbeat.
"There's the thump-thump," Jack grinned.