The Color Red

Meeting Mr. Mysterious

Opening my eyes, I blinked away the blurriness of my surroundings. My head hurt like crazy and my sinuses were screaming at me.

Was it really that cold in here?

I attempted to push myself up propping my elbows on the bed.
Wait.... A bed? Where the hell was I?

I suddenly remembered the unbearable cold, the last few moments of regret I felt for coming on this stupid trip...

Remembering Marcus and the way everything panned out I grimaced.
Why me?

As I moved to get up I whimpered. My muscles ached everywhere. What? Did I get hit by a freight train?

Oblivious to the figure that filled the room, I paused in my actions to look around the room.

As soon as my eyes hit the doorway my heart stopped. My breath caught in the back of my throat.

What the frick?

There in the doorway stood the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

Brown work boots were covered by dark faded jeans that hung low on his hips. A red flannel hugged snugly against what looked like a rock hard, muscular chest. Strong arms with muscles every man was sure to envy and every woman would willingly drool over.Barely there facial hair that was sprinkled along his squared jaw. Dark brown hair you would beg to run your fingers through. And then his eyes. The most beautiful shade of brown. Almost golden. Definitely my favorite asset.
As soon as my eyes hit his, I felt a shiver go from the top of my head down to my toes.

And it wasn't a shiver from being cold... It was a good shiver.

He broke the silence. " You're awake", he said in a husky voice. It was a statement; not a question.

I physically gulped. Maybe I was still dreaming? I'm dead I thought to myself.

"Where am I?" I squeaked.

He looked over my body with a strange look causing me to question what his problem was...

It was then I remembered that I was in a bed. I chanced a look down and noticed I was nearly naked!

I gasped as I tried covering my bra. How humiliating!

"Where the frick are my clothes?!" I barked.

"Lay back down. You're too tired to be up," he rumbled.

Right before I was about to protest he interrupted, " Your clothes princess, were damaged. Im guessing from you thrashing through the trees...I threw them out. There's a shirt on the dresser you can wear in the mean time." Princess? What the-

" You've been in and out of consciousness. This is your third day here. You still have a fever if by the blush on your face says anything," he frowned. Third day? Blushing?

Still trying to process this information, I blurted," Who are you?"

As he continued to walk back out the door he mumbled,"Get some rest." As soon as he left I plopped back down on the bed, but not before I grabbed the shirt. Ugh!

Elaine laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Where was she? Craning her necks she looked around the room.
It was a simple room with tan colored walls, a mahogany dresser and a lamp to match, dark brown curtains with a slight ruffle on the top, a sitting chair in the far corner looking old enough to have been an antique, and a blanket that was laid on top of the king sized bed. There was a doorway to her left that led to what looked like a bathroom.

She found it strange there were no picture frames or womanly touches. Surly most houses at least had those... It definitely said 'man'. Wasn't Mr. M married?

Elaine really was tired and still felt unbelievably sick. Thinking about the unknown stranger, she drifted off with the smell of him clinging to her.