Chapter 3 A Night to Remember

Lynne was taken aback as George drove into a mansion that was a masterpiece. He had told her that he inherited properties from his late father, who was a traditional ruler of his district, but she did not expect to find such edifice. Its exterior design combined classic and contemporary elements, creating a harmonious blend of old-world charm and modern luxury. As he led her through the courtyard to the main entrance, she feasted her eyes on the beautiful garden adorned with perfectly trimmed, vibrant flowers. She loved the serenity the environment exuded. The interior was just as she expected. As she stepped into the magnificent mansion, she was greeted by a world of unparalleled luxury. "Lynne, this is Maria," he said pointing at the elderly woman who had opened the door for them, "she'll take care of you." With that he climbed the stairs. Lynne watched as he disappeared into the large corridor upstairs, without as much as a glance backwards.

The housekeeper welcomed her with a smile. "Your room is this way, my lady, the bath is ready, just let me know if you will need anything else," she said as she led her gently to the visitor's room. "Oh thanks Maria, I'll just wash up and sleep." Maria left and Lynne paced up and down the room, wondering what kind of a man George was. From the way they were both getting along so well, she had expected a little warmth and hospitality. She had imagined he would want to hold her in his arms and maybe kiss her even. So why was he suddenly cold to her?

Lynne took a deep breathe and went ahead to the bathroom. When she came back into the bedroom, she found a neatly folded pink nightwear on top of the bed. She muttered under her breath. This man must be a philanderer with a reputation of bringing all kinds of women home. She felt a pang of jealousy, then she felt a bit ashamed of herself for letting such amorous feeling for a man she just met overwhelm her. She wished she could get a ride home. But it was already too late into the night. Besides, the rain and flooding would make it less likely to happen. She sighed, and laid herself gently on the cosy bed. The sheets were soft and smelt of roses . Lynne decided she would just sleep for few hours so that she would be able to leave as early as possible before the monsterous man woke up. Then she heard a tap on the door. That must be Maria. "Maria, I do not..." before she could complete the speech, the door swung open and there he was standing, clad only in sleek, fitted pyjamas. Lynne jumped out of the bed and stood face to face with that dangerously seductive man. She swallowed hard as she observed every detail of his presence. The top of his pyjamas hugged his torso, highlighting his well-defined chest and arms, and emphasizing his broad shoulders. The pyjamas pants hung effortlessly from his hips, draping loosely around his thighs. The fabric subtly clinged to his well-formed legs. His presence and undeniable confidence made him irresistibly attractive, leaving Lynne's imagination running wild with desire. When she finally found her voice she asked, "What are you doing here?" "Checking that my guest is okay," he responded as he took few steps, closing the gap between them.

Before Lynne could say another word, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to himself. Without waiting for her consent, his lips found hers.