He looked at her. She was curled up like a kitten in the seat, fast asleep. The sliver of her face illuminated by the light of the dashboard was calm in repose, the long eyelashes resting lightly on the ivory cheeks which dimpled slightly as she mumbled something in her sleep. Involuntarily, a smile came to his lips. She slept like a child. Too innocent and unbearably sweet. Every word she had spoken and the bemused look she wore on her face earlier told him how innocent she was. And it was very rare find in the glitzy world he lived in.
If it were any other woman, he would have taken her to his place and they both would have been party to what generally followed. But not this woman. She was different and he needed to be very careful with her. He had sensed that inner reserve she had despite the passion that they both had shared. Maybe it's a cultural thing, he mused.
Whatever be the case, turning his gaze back on the road, he promised to himself, it was definitely something worth exploring. And he needed to take it slowly. He needed to break her reserve and shyness towards him. She was also not like the girls he had ever met.
Idril woke up slowly. Eyes closed, all her other senses started lazily waking up. Her ears registered the chirping of birds, quite close to her. She also felt a cool breeze playing on her face. Her hands slowly travelled upwards and discovered that she was covered with a duvet. Very slowly she opened her eyes.
She was in a vast room, lying on a vast bed placed near the open window. The curtains were pulled back and she saw green and blue. Slowly she sat up on the bed and discovered that she had been lying fully clothed minus her shoes. Where was she? This was definitely not her hotel. Last night Feanor had promised he would drive her to her hotel.
Last night, she remembered with a jolt, her eyes now fully open. Last she had gone on a date with Feanor and he had kissed her! And she had climbed in his car and had almost instantly fallen asleep. the excitement had been too much for her. And clearly he had not taken her back to her hotel but had brought her here, but where was here?
Just as suddenly she remembered Imogen. Gosh! She had messaged her last night that she would be back my midnight. She must be worrying. Frowning, she reached for her mobile phone beside her pillow as she normally did, and when she found nothing there, remembered that it was in her bag. She looked around for her bag but couldn't see it anywhere.
She vaguely wondered where it might be but didn't seem overly concerned. This fact niggled at the back of her mind. Here she was, woke up to find herself in an unknown place, but she wasn't even mildly panicked. For all she knew, she might have been kidnapped but in fact, she felt eager to explore the place she was in.
There was a French Door leading to a balcony. She put her feet on the wooden floor and slowly went outside.
She was on first floor. The scenery from here was breathtaking. There were rolling green meadow as far as her gaze would go. Here and there, there were picture perfect cottages. The skyline was dotted by hills or dunes, as they were known as. The sky was a deep blue thought there was no sun. the air was crisp and clean. She breathed in deep. There was a garden directly below her and the fragrance from the flowers and various shrubs soothed her mind further. There was a bench in the shadow of a birch tree. She could also see a porch with a wicker table and a couple of wicker chairs. She cast around her eyes but could see no one. The whole scene might have been taken straight from a postcard or a tourist brochure.
Just as she was contemplating going downstairs to get some food and finding Feanor, there was a rattle behind her and the door opened to let Feanor walk inside bearing a tray. He was dressed in casuals, something which she had never seen him in and the simple elegance of it made her breath catch in her throat.