Truth was, though she had dated quite a few men or boys more like, and was engaged to a huge celebrity as well, she had never encountered anyone as frighteningly sophisticated as him. And as a result, she had no idea what to feel or how to react. She was out of depth with him. But not he, he always seemed so assured of himself. Well, of course he will be, you idiot, she thought. He isn't a star and a heartthrob for nothing. And he always knew the right words. He is too smooth; she decided was the reason for her hesitation and the warning bells in her mind. While he knew exactly how to make her do exactly what he wanted her to, for instance look at the way she had said yes to their day long excursion, without even hesitating once, she had no idea what to make of him. Other women would have made a fuss at finding herself in a strange house, with someone she had known for only half an evening, but not she. She had been completely defenseless the way he had evoked the barrage of feelings in her, leaving her incapable of saying no to him.
She didn't suppose she would feel like this for anyone else. How many chances were there to find someone as wonderful as him again? So, doesn't she owe it to herself to let herself feel this, even if it is for a day? And she wouldn't get hurt either, like with other relations she had. Because she already knew there was no future. By some quirk of fate, she had met the man of her dreams and got to spend a couple of days with him. And it started and ended here. I will go home with nothing more than a wonderful and unexpected holiday, she reassured herself.
"I would love to, but we are working all day tomorrow. Maybe we can do it the day after?" she suggested.
He agreed with a "Sure" and her heart swelled to see the singular charismatic smile light up his whole face, letting her see what landed him up on the cover of all magazines as the Sexiest Man Alive. His blue eyes creased into triangles and the faint hint of the twin dimples on his cheeks only emphasized this gorgeous male beauty. Boy! I am going to swoon, she thought. He tugged her lightly and she fell on his lap. Framing her face between his palms, he put a lightly brushed her lips with his own. Then setting her back a little, he looked intently at her eyes, gone absolute black, whispered "Thank you."
She came out of her hotel, dressed in a short black skirt teamed with a white blouse that perfectly suited her complexion. In fact, she looked radiant, as always. He uncrossed his legs from where he was lounging on the bonnet of his car and greeted her with a brilliant smile. He didn't kiss her, as he had planned to do; he hadn't been able to think of anything else but her in his bed for the last couple of days, because he didn't trust himself to be able to stop only at a kiss. Instead, he rubbed his hands and asked her, jovially, "So ready to set sail?"
Her answering grin was a match of his. "Aye, aye Cap'n.", she replied with a cheeky salute.
"Then let's go." He offered her an arm and started walking. She was a little confused. "Aren't we going somewhere?" she asked, looking dubiously at his car behind them.
"We are." He answered. "There's a small place near here which sells the best traditional Scottish breakfast ever. And since tomorrow is going to be your last day here, I want you to experience it."
"How very thoughtful." She answered, somewhat deflated. The day had started with such promise. Determined to make the best of everything, she had dressed carefully and made sure she looked best. They had planned to start with breakfast and then a trip to Loch Lomond along with a little shopping. The smile he had offered her this morning had melted her heart and it was all she could do to stop from hurtling herself in his arms. But he hadn't done anything of that sort. He hadn't even given her the tiny peck on her cheeks that she had got accustomed to in the last two days. And now, did he have to mention that she was leaving tomorrow?