A/N: Thank you for the support - again! It means a lot!

The Orient Express

CHAPTER VI

It took about half a second when Angelica entered the lounge wagon until Jack had seen her. And apparently he was not the only man, as the majority threw her a glance. Red color, red lips, low cleavage to push on her bosom, the long wavy hair and those kohl-framed eyes. What disturbed him was how she was looking at this idiotic foolish man under her long black lashes. Apparently she was accompanying someone.

The man held a chair out and Angelica sat down. She had found Jack inside and smiled to him, almost as if she was a competitor to him.

Jack could sense how hard he was. Fortunately, the table blocked the view. Her looks had always made him go crazy but tonight... That was HIS wife, being courted by someone else. Probably not any husband's dream, so to speak. He shot her a warning glare, but she threw him a smug face before turning her attention back to the man.

"So, I will not want any of your imbecile friends over at our wedding. Never even close to our house. Fortunately, Gibbs left earlier today at the stop in Paris," Rachel began the rambling, but Jack already had his focus elsewhere.

Jack lifted the crystal bottle of rum to pour in his glass. Angelica was again watching him with that smug expression. As if she owned him. She did not. He owned her!

Rachel's rambling stopped as she watched how Jack was pouring the rum beside his glass. Angelica noticed it as well from afar and her smugness grew.

Suddenly there was a loud bang. Everybody turned to Jack and he noticed the crystal bottle had slipped unnoticed through his hand and it had split into millions of pieces on the floor.

Rachel eyed him weirdly. "What are you doing? Causing such attention," she said embarrassed and upset.

Both Angelica and the man accompanying her eyed Jack as well. Angelica managed locking eyes with Jack for a brief seconds before she returned to the chat with the man. She fought to hide the smile.

"What brings you to Vienna, Mrs Teach?" he wondered thoughtfully.

She smiled but found it hard to not reveal her almost drunken state. She was never drunk, but she had to admit the wine indeed started to play tricks with her. She felt so relaxed, extremely confident and a bit too giggly. It did not matter what Emory said, she would laugh at it anyway. Seeing how Jack kept watching upon her laughter, she continued doing so.

"Please, say Angel..," she cut midsentence as she realized she was about to reveal her name. "Angela," she corrected with a charming smile, winked a little extra under her long lashes which caused Emory to blush.

"You are so beautiful, Angela," Emory said.

Angelica continued. "I will only stay in Vienna for a short moment. I believe I shall continue the journey."

"Where to?"

Angelica kept her smile hanging. She was not willing to continue that subject either. Not as she was intoxicated.

Emory held his hand up and backed. He leaned backwards into the backrest with a content grin. He undressed her with his eyes as he checked her out. "Forgive me, Angela. Your beauty has struck me so hard that I find it difficult to think through. I will not be too nosey."

Cheesy, was he not? Angelica kept smiling. Honestly, she was unaware of her overly smiling.

"What brings you to Vienna?" she shot back.

Emory chuckled. "My supervisor, a wealthy man called Mr Lucifer is on this train." He did not notice how Angelica's heart began racing. Her breathing escalated by hearing that. "We are actually looking for somebody. Or rather, I am. I am working for him."

Angelica squeezed the stem of the wineglass a little tighter. She drank half of the glass before speaking. "Have you found who you are looking for?"

Emory nodded and gestured behind him. "She is sitting right there. Darn woman is in trouble."

A nervous laughter escaped Angelica. "I bet..."

A man appeared in the doorway and ringed in a bell. "The musicians are ready whenever you are, my guests," he announced to the entire room.

Emory stood up quickly like the other men in the room. He reached out his hand and let Angelica place hers in his. He felt all bubbly by the touch of her.

He guided her like a true gentleman towards the other wagon were musicians played. Some couples had already begun dancing. She glanced over her shoulder to see how Jack was watching her. Then, she let Emory pull her to a position before they began moving with one of his hands holding her hand to guide her, and the other one resting around her waist.

"This would perhaps appear slightly blunt," Emory admitted.

"Yes?"

"Are you interested in re-marrying?" he wondered.

Oh, that alcohol made her want to throw up. "Perhaps," she lied. She would definitely not marry that man. But until they had left the train to Vienna, she would not dare to upset him too much.

"You must forgive me, you are just by far the most beautiful woman." She knew, he had already told her.

She kept quiet and prayed for the rest of the dance that he would do the same.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," the man announced as the music tuned out. "I believe most of you gentlemen do not want to let go of your ladies, but for one dance - we will have a change of partners. Choose another one."

Once the music began playing, Emory made a nod with a wide smile to Angelica before another lady had pulled him to her. A man with a sleazy grin appeared in front of Angelica.

He was shoved aside by Jack who took the spot. Before she had time to react, he had already began dancing with her. He swallowed his groan. It had been too long since he felt the touch of her like that physically. He pulled her closer. Close enough for her to feel precisely what effects she had on his body. Every now and then, she would bump against his hardness, and as result her eyes darkened more and more.

"I do not know what you are up to, but we shall divorce."

Angelica smiled. "We'll see about that." She would never give up the surname. The title Missis and the surname saved her reputation as well as Arie's.

"Who was that dumpster?" Jack then asked. She could feel the jealousy in his voice.

"Jealous?"

Jack straightened his back as if regaining his dignity. "Not the slightest."

When the dance was over Jack wandered over to Rachel who had no problem in flirting with other men. She was smiling broadly to a man when Jack walked up to her and pointed at the ring. It caused the man to accept the situation.

"My apologies," he excused and left.

Jack grabbed her upper arm.

"You are flirting with others and I am too," Rachel stated matter of fact.

Jack shook his head.

"I saw you with that lady. You couldn't take your eyes off her," she went on.

Jack gave her a warning glare. "I certainly could. She is... an old friend."

Rachel chuckled. "Let me have some fun, before we will be sad married people."

Jack was not alright with that. They had a reputation to live up to if he wanted to gain more power and get some sort of promotion. Her name as his wife would give him all that. All he ever wanted. But that still meant her behaving like a lovable wife in public.

He sat down in a chair once they entered the compartment. He took a deep breath. "I think we should relax on the charms Rachel. At least until we are married."

She snorted again and was clearly not up for the idea. She sat down next to Jack and fingered on his both wrists whilst looking into his eyes.

"Aren't you looking forward to the wedding?" he asked.

"Are you?" she retorted.

He wanted to say no. She wanted to say no. But getting a step higher in the merchant world would be lovely. To conquer another country but by market. And she was up to get richer. Not many were as rich as Jack.

She stood up. "I will return later."

Jack frowned and tried to move, but felt something keep him in place. He looked down to his wrists tied onto the armrests of the chair. He looked up to Rachel.

"Rachel! Untie me!"

She smiled carefully. "I will return Jack. I am just going to share a bottle of champagne or so."

"No! RACH-," the bang of the now closed door caused him to shut his mouth. He was beyond furious. Not did he get happier upon hearing how the door opened again, only to see Angelica entering the compartment.

She spun around and wobbled over to him. "What a place." Clearly drunk.

He eyed her incredulously. "You are wasted."

She giggled as she sat down onto his lap and straddled him.

He sucked in his breath. "What in the bloody world be ye doin'?"

She let her hands rest on his shoulders. He could feel how it tickled there. It was almost as if she pressed her bosom towards his face, as her cleavage was way too close in his vision. He could not tear his eyes from it though. If he only had not had tied hands. His breathing escalated and he could see the confident smug she wore.

"Are you certain you want to divorce this?"

He was not sure she referred to the bosom or herself.

"I am certain," he said, not sure it sounded as obvious as he wanted it to. "I am going to marry Rachel."

He expected her to begin her ramble in Spanish, but she did not. She just kept smiling slightly and looked deeply into his eyes. Her mouth was slightly open and Jack did not realize he reflected her hungry appearance.

Her hands dug into the back of his hair to play with it. She had to make him remain married to her, no matter the consequences. "Do you recall that night at the tavern in Port Royal?" she smiled playfully at him.

That woman. He knew she was aware of what she did to him.

Angelica smiled even more playfully when she felt his groin grow.

When she leaned forward, he was sure she would kiss him. She was so close she could feel his breath against her lips.

"Angelica," he whispered in want.

"Hmm...?" she mumbled. He closed his eyes and was ready for her to take him - when she suddenly walked off him.

He opened his eyes and watched her leave. Now that woman was not going to do that!

Angelica let the door swing close behind her as she marched throughout the train. She was hot, and she probably blushed so hard on her cheeks someone would believe she had gone nuts with the make-up. Her heart was pounding hard by the event. The touch of Jack made her knees weak. Hopefully she had seduced him enough for him to dismiss the divorce-ideas.

Her hand was almost shaky when she opened the door to her own compartment. Of all sudden she felt someone shove her inside. Just before she would fall to the ground by the lost balance, he had grabbed her. He spun her around and pushed her against the wall, pinned her against it and lifted her up as he devoured her lips. She whimpered against his touch but was quickly lost in his passionate embrace. Her hands dug in his hair and her legs wrapped around him so he could press her harder and closer. She did not know if she moaned by the kissing or by his hardness pressed against her. She had never wanted him more than she did then. He was so hot on her he was about to explode.

"MOTHER!"

Immediately the two departed and panted soundly. Jack took a step back and Angelica looked rather dizzily at Arie. Her mouth hung agape when she realized what Arie had witnessed. That was so awkward.

So awkward.

"Arie..."

Jack examined the girl. He recognized her. It was the one he had encountered several times, who he had believed was Angelica. He suddenly frowned and turned to Angelica. She had called her mother? "You are her mother?"

Angelica swallowed before anyone would put two and two together. She shoved him out of the compartment and closed the door fast behind him.

"Explain," Arie demanded from her standing position. The book she had been reading had been tossed to the floor. She still looked shocked.

Angelica kept her hands on the closed door for a long moment. She did not dare turn around and face her daughter. She had to gulp again until she had enough strength to do so. She had to adjust her cleavage a little as it had been slightly pushed down by Jack.

"I don't know what that came from. Random idiots walking on this train," Angelica tried to act shocked and then act thankful. "I am glad you did not leave the compartment."

It was obvious that Arie did not buy it. "It appeared as if he knew you."

Angelica's face fell and suddenly she looked defeated. "An old flame," she threw herself onto the other couch in the room.

Arie tried to hide her excitement. An old flame? Her mother had a lover man running around? "Tell me about him!"

Angelica looked at her daughter and the obvious excitement. "I barely recall him."

"A gentleman?"

Angelica chuckled and stared up to the ceiling. "Hardly," she said. "Yet, he is..." she let the sentence die as she realized what she was about to say. It was after all her daughter she was speaking to, and not one of her best friends from the tea parties who loved juicy details.

"Well, go on," Arie urged.

Angelica sat up. "We have finished talking."

A/N: Angelica and Jack are just too hot together! In my opinion. What did you think of this chapter? Like it, hate it? :D Next chapter will be the last one! :)