Kidnapped in Dunvegan

3

Exhausted and with a tingling sensation that came over when I thought about Adam's blue eyes, which had looked into mine so intensely and with such desire, I decided to get out of bed.

What the hell was that? And why did this quick flirt with Adam make me feel so aroused like no other man had done before? My body had never reacted with such intensity to being near a man and I didn't even know what this man looked like. I had only see his eyes, his muscles that had moved underneath his t-shirt and smelt the heavy aroma of his aftershave and the sound of his deep voice that had caused a vibrating sensation in my stomach whenever he said something.

I closed my eyes in desperation and pulled my hair. "Get out of my head," I cursed quietly. Was I really just going to be a play thing for him for one night? Was that where his desire came from? Was it the kick he got from getting together with someone new? Sex without any obligation? But what I found most confusing was knowing that I had almost given in to the temptation. I was so close to succumbing to his attraction and I would have given in to him even if I should have known better. But I wasn't like that. I didn't want to be used and then discarded. Never again.

The fear of breaking down again had protected me from exactly these situations up to now. Yet, this man had brought out something unexpected in me. It felt dangerous. And this danger made me forget for a moment that I never allow myself to be taken in by men like him. What I needed was to know for sure that I wouldn't be used and I couldn't find this kind of security with playboys.

Why was I even thinking about it? I wouldn't see him again anyway, so it didn't really matter. It was just a flirt, not even that. It didn't mean anything. However, knowing that I would never see him again was a big blow to me. Part of me would have liked to have known what it would have been like between us. The erotic rustling and the tension between us that was tangible. He was overcome by the same desire as I was. I had seen it in his eyes. Playing with fire had excited me a little and yes even turned me on.

A noise jolted me from my sleep. Was that the scream of a woman? In bewilderment, I blinked to get rid of the sleepiness in my eyes and only then did I notice that I was still wearing my dress. I must have fallen asleep while thinking about Adam and these parties with a clear purpose in mind. Now, after I had had a while to sleep on it, I felt even more repulsed about the events of the previous night. These men used these women for their own pleasure. I came to terms with the disappointment about my professor's son. I would have liked to condemn him for this, but I didn't even know him. I comforted myself with the thought that Robert MacLeod had not been like that. He had always spoken so lovingly about his wife who as far as I knew had died a few years ago from cancer.

I remembered the scream that had woken me up and listened out into the darkness which was only interrupted by a narrow silver lining which the moon cast to the ground. Everything was quiet. Not even the slightest of noises made its way into my room. Was it all just a dream?

I reached for my cell phone which I had left lying on my small bedside cabinet next to my bed in the afternoon. It was 2:34 am. I slowly rubbed my temples and slid to the edge of the bed. I had a very itchy throat. All I wanted to do was to quickly sneak to the bathroom at the end of the corridor and have a few sips of water and then I just wanted to sleep for a few more hours – if possible without wearing my dress. I stroked the wrinkled fabric in frustration and hoped that I could get it back to how it looked before. Unfortunately, it was very sensitive fabric and I didn't have another dress with me. I only packed this dress because I had a hunch.

I opened the door quietly and listened out again. The party clearly seemed to have ended. The house was overcome by a wonderful silence and like its residents seemed to be in a deep sleep. I stepped out into the corridor and was grateful for the dark lamps on the walls which lit up the long corridor.