A Face Made For Daylight

In My Room

Stella felt a wave of calmness float over her.  It was also a sign of exhaustion leaving the body after strained tension. She can hear a tune underneath her, deep in her belly, soothing her. Becoming more aware of her consciousness, she opened her eyes and was greeted with an unfamiliar wall pattern. The scent of cologne and lingering nicotine hitting her nostrils. Her heart began to race as she came to. She was laying on her side, with her head nuzzled on his bare chest. His hand was brushing strands of loose hairs out of her face and humming a song.  Coming to full alertness, she flinched gasping and moved up and away on a bed she didn't recognize. She looked to find Alistair smirking at her with one hand behind his head resting against a velvet headboard. His torso bare, a golden chain glistening against his collarbone, he was wearing a silk pair of slacks. She couldn't help but stare at his half naked body trailing down to his hip bones, a patch of hair under his belly button leading to the barely-there silk material covering him. She glanced quickly before turning her gaze to his sudden shift. He got up and leaned forward resting a hand to his thigh grinning at her licking his lips.

"Rise and shine sweetheart." He stretched his hand to place it to her chin and she swatted his hand away.

"This—was all real then." She felt like she was waking up from a nightmare. He tilted his head watching her as she examined her new surroundings. The room was impressive, a mix of rustic and modern design. Between the columns built into the wall, there were panels of exposed brick. She noticed the bed was raised higher on a separate floor. Two steps leading down to an oval shaped sitting area with velvet sofas facing a lit fireplace. The room was dark except for the two large floor to ceiling windows peeking behind soft curtains. Her eyes went to the window, the sun rays were cascading faintly onto the wooden floor.

"Didn't I –smash this window?"

Alistair sighed recollecting the image of his precious sculpture on the grass. "You broke the guest room's window. This is... my room." He drawled purposely accentuating his words. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to face him. His slicked hair was now tousled with loose strands of hair framing his face. His presence was overwhelming and she can feel her heart racing. Sensing this he opened his mouth to speak, his lip curling to one side in a smile.

"Do I make you nervous love?" He tilted his head. She took notice of his sharp features clearly now. His jawline could cut metal, his Adam's apple dominant, his cheekbones strong, his eyes filled with mischief. She knew it was wrong to think so considering her current situation, but she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. She nervously swallowed realizing she was staring.

"Fuck—" He raised one brow at her staring her down speaking in a throaty voice accentuating the "K". "I bet you love to get off first thing in the morning.  Don't be embarrassed.  I do too darling." He brought a hand to his open mouth and wiped his lips down smiling devilishly. "It's more sensitive in the morning. Mmm...I'd have your toes curling under me.." He winked at her unimpressed expression teasing her. He leaned in closer causing her to part her lips involuntary

"Stella---" He licked his lips, his brows furrowed looking intensely at her. "The things I wish we can do right fucking now" His voice lowered and rasping. He then moved back and off the bed. She shut her eyes and sighed trying to slow down her rapid heart beat ignoring the tension she felt brewing inside her. She cursed at herself for feeling this way. What the fuck is the matter with you?? It's wrong. She kept thinking to herself.

"So, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He stated ardently as he walked down the steps to the oval shaped part of the room. Stella's gaze followed as he slowly strutted down the steps. Her eyes couldn't help but glue themselves a little longer on the dimples on his lower back leading down to his shapely cheeks. The material of his low riding silk slacks clinging to him, highlighting every detail. He opened a door to the side and disappeared into it.