Westley was waiting in the staff lounge on the third floor for her.  Seeing the look on her face, he didn't have to ask, but he did anyway.  "What's gotten into you?  You look like the cat who swallowed the bird, then found the tomcat besides."

"Nothing."  Her answer was dreamily spoken as her cheeks grew warm at his implication.  "What happened to you tonight out on deck?"  She had turned on him, but really didn't want an answer.  Everything had worked out without him.  if he had shown up outside, he would have tried to do just what Ethan had done.  With the romantic setting, maybe she wouldn't have been able to resist him any better, but he would not have understood her, at least not as Ethan had.  Then again, if he had been the one to kiss her, she wouldn't have felt what she had with Ethan.  Westley just didn't have what she needed, it seemed.

"Before I got halfway outside, Mr. Ayers came by.  I guess after he sent me down here, he came out and gave you what for?"  He leaned on the wall next to her door.

With a smile of remembering, she answered him honestly.  "No."

"You mean you didn't get caught out there?"  His words said he didn't believe that.  "Were you able to slip by him?"  She couldn't have gotten past that man.  He roamed his ship inch by inch.

"I didn't say that, either, Wes.  He very much caught me."  She couldn't believe she was telling him this.  "It didn't seem to bother him that I was out getting a break from the stuffy third floor."

His hands were on her arms then.  "I warned you, Jena.  Didn't I?  He's on the make for you, isn't he?"  He watched as she shook her head slightly, the shortened hair hardly moving.  Touching her dark hair, he spoke in a lower tone.  "I think I like your hair this way, too."  Leaning toward her, he was going to kiss her.

She backed away, reaching for the doorknob.  "Wes, go away."  The words came with a sigh that said she wasn't interested in what he wanted of her.  "I'm very tired."  She found her hand covered, his hold keeping her from turning the handle that would allow her to get away from him.  "Westley!"  Her tone was sharp, but he wasn't effected by it.

"I believe the lady would like you to leave her alone, Mr. Marx."  Ethan's tone was full of aggression.  Was he protecting the woman, or protecting what he now considered his possession?

"I can handle Westley, Mr. Ayers.  Thank you."  Her eyes soften when they reached his, but she had no knowledge of it.  What she felt inside was enough to make her want to be swallowed up by the floor.

Westley removed his hand from hers, stepping back.  "Jena isn't something we should fight over, Mr. Ayers."  His words sounded like a threat.  "I'll go to my room, and she to hers."

Jena looked from Ethan to the man who had just spoken, with a slightest bit of annoyance in her voice as well.  "Is that a command, Westley?"  She turned, leaning against the wall rather than using the time wisely for doing a disappearing act.  She watched as Westley started to leave, and Ethan stepped toward her, placing his hand on the wall beside her head.

"You are such a tease, Jean."  He bent, kissing her once more, feeling her move toward him, her arms going around him.

Singing in night clubs and parties, anything that won't put her in the lime-light like her sister, she is happy making a decent living.  That's all she wants.

But it isn't want everyone else wants.  She has a voice that would take her far.

Jena has a three-week lull in her job, cancellations never happen.  Westley talks her into applying for a cruise as part of the staff.  There, Jena finds too much stress trying to keep from being 'discovered'.

Why do others want to make money on her voice?  She saw, up close and personal, what happens when one is set on the road to fame and fortune.