Stranded Pt 1
Taking a step in another direction for the story this week. This one was an idea that was given to me when I was requesting story ideas a few years ago. Wow, was that really years ago? lol Anyway, it is a little bit longer than I expected, so I am splitting it into parts. Wondering now if the person who sent me the idea will even remember. lol We shall see! :) Enjoy!
It was late and dark. Very dark. She was driving in the middle of nowhere it seemed, having taken a wrong turn off of the interstate trying to find a gas station, The low fuel light was flashing, demanding her attention, but she was completely out of place in her surroundings. It was a business trip that pulled her away from home, and she shook her head as she started to get a little panicked that she would run out of gas where no one would even know to find her.
It was cold outside, the bitter cold wind slightly pushing at her car as she drove. It was the cold that kept her from getting out of the car to fill up at the last gas station she had seen, but that was hours ago. She spotted another turn coming up and decided to chance it, hoping and praying to find a service station. The further she drove, the darker it seemed to get, and the thinner the road became, until it abruptly turned into a dirt road.
"Shit, shit, shit!" she hissed under her breath.
Tiny little snow flakes began to fall from the velvet sky as the dirt road turned into what looked like a driveway. Her headlights showed a small cabin, far ahead in the distance, and then she saw movement. A tall, dark figure holding a rather large ax as he split firewood outside of that small cabin. And then, in the middle of this isolated driveway, the car sputtered and died, the last fume of gasoline finally gone.
She kept her eyes fixated on the ax, suddenly remembering every single backwoods, hillbilly horror movie she had ever seen. A deep gulp as the dark figure paused and looked out at her car, walking towards her, ax still planted firmly in hand.
He squinted at the brightness of the car's headlights, and as he approached, she saw those gorgeous, piercing sky blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and he was very handsome. He smiled at her as she rolled down her window.
"Hi there. I'm so sorry, I got lost out here, I must have taken a few wrong turns. It seems I overestimated my car's gas tank." She nervously smiled at the stranger as he chuckled and eyed the out of state plates, taking in the sight of his unexpected visitor.
She definitely looked out of place here, driving her BMW and having those perfectly manicured nails. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Gorgeous, dark brown doe eyes looked up at him and seemed to search him for signs of danger.
"You're actually pretty lucky you found yourself up here, there isn't another driveway for miles and that road you were driving is a dead end."
He watches her shiver as a gust of wind rushes into her open car window and steals her breath away.
"Come on," he says, as he reaches down and opens her car door. "Come and warm yourself inside my cabin. I have a nice fire going in there. I would take you to the nearest service station, but its pretty late and they will be closed. I'll take you first thing in the morning though."
His warm, inviting smile melted her fears and she gladly climbed out of her car. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it," she says as he offers her his hand, guiding her up the driveway in the dark, up to his cabin door. "Maybe there is a motel or something that I can stay in out here? I don't want to put you out or anything."
"Oh please, little ol' you couldn't put me out, don't worry. It would be my pleasure to put you up for the night. I don't get much company up here, believe it or not."
Again he chuckled, putting her at ease as they stepped into the small cabin. The fire place took up the better part of the back wall, nearest to the bed. There was a large fuzzy rug in front of the fire, and she quickly made herself over to the heat.
"My name is James, by the way," he said as he closed the door behind him, arms full of firewood.
"Nice to meet you, James. My name is Angela." She smiled and watched him as he shed his thick coat.
"Can I take yours?" She nodded and he walked over to her, sliding the material off of her shoulders and then hanging it up next to his near the door. She looked around the cabin, it was cozy and kept very clean with no signs of human remains to be seen. Letting out a tiny sigh of relief, she sat down in front of the fire, rubbing her hands together and trying to fight off the chill as the wind howled violently outside.
He sat down next to her, large bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. He took a swig and then offered it to her. She wasn't much for the hard liquors, but she knew it would help warm her so she accepted the offer. The first drink reminded her why she didn't drink Jack Daniels. It was acrid and it burned all the way down. Her face twisted as she swallowed and he laughed. With determination, she decided to quickly take another drink, quick and easy.
"Watch that third sip, its a doozy!" She laughed, spilling some of the whiskey on her shirt as she choked down that third sip, surrendering the bottle. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, those pretty lips smiling back at him.
"So, what brings you out this way? I gather you aren't from around here."
"You gather correctly," she giggled. "No, I am out here on business, was just on my way home actually."
"Do you have somebody waiting for you at home?" He asked her as he looked down at her hand, not seeing any rings resembling a wedding band.
She looked at him, he was even more gorgeous here in the warm glow of the fire. He was sitting very close to her, she took in a deep breath, smelling his rugged scent and closing her eyes. It had been a while since she was in the company of a man, and she was letting her desires, and perhaps the whiskey, cloud her judgment. She stared into those beautiful eyes, watching him smile as he tried to read her face for clues.
"Nope. Nobody's waiting for me." Her eyes wandered all over his body, imagining what it would feel like to touch him, to be touched by him.
She wouldn't have to wait long to find out.