Sydney had to admit, when Karen had motivation she could work
extremely fast. The blonde secretary had quickly deduced her boss's real
reason for the 'vacation' and had wanted to help the cause along as much as
possible. Only six hours after leaving the office Syd found herself on a
flight to Charles de Gaulle airport with Nigel in the seat beside her.
The lovely professor was excited to the nth degree about the prospects of the trip ahead of her. She had many ideas about what would happen. She went off into the little world inside her head and watched scenarios of the numerous different ways she might tell Nigel just how much she needed him and how much she cared about him, but her wandering mind always cut off the image after her admission not even attempting to fathom what his reaction would be.
She looked over at him and grinned. Since she had given him very little to work on he couldn't bring notes on anything specific, but not wanting to let his boss down, he had read and researched everything he could find about the area. It was funny that he so intent on something that didn't matter, but she did feel kind of bad for causing him to go to all that trouble for nothing. He might be annoyed when he thought about it after she told him the truth, but hopefully other things would be occupying his mind. Either way, there was nothing she could do about it at this point, so why worry about possibilities. She leaned back into her seat to sleep for the rest of the flight. If only she could be that calm about everything else.
Sydney was lying on her side in a plush bed was curled up asleep facing the window. Rays of gentle sunlight fell upon her and reflected in shimmers off her long dark hair. The diamond ring on her hand sparkled in the light. Her cream nightgown contrasted perfectly with her sculpted, tanned body. The mattress shifted underneath her as the love of her life leaned his weight onto their bed. He laid his hand on her shoulder and said with his distinctly British accent, "Syd sweetheart, it's time to wake up. You don't want to be late for the exhibit, do you? It's not every day..."
As she slowly opened her eyes she could see that the edges of her world were wavering. Suddenly Nigel's voice was coming from all around her instead of beside her and it had taken on a more serious tone. "Syd, come on, wake up. The plane's about to land."
Both in her dream and out loud, although she wasn't entirely conscious of the fact that she said it aloud, she announced, "Damn, I don't want to wake up."
As she stretched and settled in her seat for the landing she heard him mutter something under his breath that made her more sure of the outcome of her plotting. A sly smile graced the explorer's face. He didn't think she had heard him, but Sydney distinctly made out the words, "No more than I wanted to wake you. I was enjoying just watching you sleep."
It took a little time for the two friends to pass through customs and find a cab in the busy French airport; eventually they managed to fight through the crowd and were on their way to the hotel. Karen had gotten them rooms at a place better than they would have usually stayed at, but not swanky enough that Nigel would question it. When the cab pulled up to the hotel Sydney made a mental note to commend Karen on her booking skills.
The place was beautiful from the top to the bottom, giving off a quaint, homey air. It's lack of the siding and tilt out windows that modern hotels were so proud of made it more inviting and real. Through the doorway, the lobby inside had a simple check-in desk on one wall and the rest of the room was filled with plush armchairs all circled around the fireplace.
Sydney checked them in and got their keys while Nigel paid the taxi driver and collected their bags from the car. She had been planning to tell him the truth as soon as they got to the hotel to prevent prolonging the lie any farther then she had to. But standing in the lobby, she decided that incase things took a turn for the worse after she came clean she didn't want her memories of that lovely place tainted by anger. Maybe that café she had seen just down the street when she had gotten out of the cab earlier would be a better setting. She resolved to 'suggest' dinner there to Nigel just as he was walking back over toward her.
"We all set?" she asked him.
"Yep. We've got two adjoining rooms on the third floor, well actually the fourth floor. This is France all right," Nigel replied.
"How about we go get something to eat after we drop the bags in the rooms? We can't do anything concrete until we go out to the site tomorrow anyway."
"I am rather hungry. Why not?"
They went up to their respective rooms, deposited their bags, and made ready to go out. Both were a slight bit apprehensive about dinner. Both had their own reasons, but were nonetheless eager for the event to happen.
Author's Note: That's it. From now on, I shall not predict updates because real life always makes a liar out of me and I feel bad for disappointing people. So, what did you think of this section? I sort of have the next part planned out, now I just have to make time to write. Thanks everyone for the reviews. Seeing that people actually like my work and have taken the time to tell me that they like it means the world to me. Keep em coming.
The lovely professor was excited to the nth degree about the prospects of the trip ahead of her. She had many ideas about what would happen. She went off into the little world inside her head and watched scenarios of the numerous different ways she might tell Nigel just how much she needed him and how much she cared about him, but her wandering mind always cut off the image after her admission not even attempting to fathom what his reaction would be.
She looked over at him and grinned. Since she had given him very little to work on he couldn't bring notes on anything specific, but not wanting to let his boss down, he had read and researched everything he could find about the area. It was funny that he so intent on something that didn't matter, but she did feel kind of bad for causing him to go to all that trouble for nothing. He might be annoyed when he thought about it after she told him the truth, but hopefully other things would be occupying his mind. Either way, there was nothing she could do about it at this point, so why worry about possibilities. She leaned back into her seat to sleep for the rest of the flight. If only she could be that calm about everything else.
Sydney was lying on her side in a plush bed was curled up asleep facing the window. Rays of gentle sunlight fell upon her and reflected in shimmers off her long dark hair. The diamond ring on her hand sparkled in the light. Her cream nightgown contrasted perfectly with her sculpted, tanned body. The mattress shifted underneath her as the love of her life leaned his weight onto their bed. He laid his hand on her shoulder and said with his distinctly British accent, "Syd sweetheart, it's time to wake up. You don't want to be late for the exhibit, do you? It's not every day..."
As she slowly opened her eyes she could see that the edges of her world were wavering. Suddenly Nigel's voice was coming from all around her instead of beside her and it had taken on a more serious tone. "Syd, come on, wake up. The plane's about to land."
Both in her dream and out loud, although she wasn't entirely conscious of the fact that she said it aloud, she announced, "Damn, I don't want to wake up."
As she stretched and settled in her seat for the landing she heard him mutter something under his breath that made her more sure of the outcome of her plotting. A sly smile graced the explorer's face. He didn't think she had heard him, but Sydney distinctly made out the words, "No more than I wanted to wake you. I was enjoying just watching you sleep."
It took a little time for the two friends to pass through customs and find a cab in the busy French airport; eventually they managed to fight through the crowd and were on their way to the hotel. Karen had gotten them rooms at a place better than they would have usually stayed at, but not swanky enough that Nigel would question it. When the cab pulled up to the hotel Sydney made a mental note to commend Karen on her booking skills.
The place was beautiful from the top to the bottom, giving off a quaint, homey air. It's lack of the siding and tilt out windows that modern hotels were so proud of made it more inviting and real. Through the doorway, the lobby inside had a simple check-in desk on one wall and the rest of the room was filled with plush armchairs all circled around the fireplace.
Sydney checked them in and got their keys while Nigel paid the taxi driver and collected their bags from the car. She had been planning to tell him the truth as soon as they got to the hotel to prevent prolonging the lie any farther then she had to. But standing in the lobby, she decided that incase things took a turn for the worse after she came clean she didn't want her memories of that lovely place tainted by anger. Maybe that café she had seen just down the street when she had gotten out of the cab earlier would be a better setting. She resolved to 'suggest' dinner there to Nigel just as he was walking back over toward her.
"We all set?" she asked him.
"Yep. We've got two adjoining rooms on the third floor, well actually the fourth floor. This is France all right," Nigel replied.
"How about we go get something to eat after we drop the bags in the rooms? We can't do anything concrete until we go out to the site tomorrow anyway."
"I am rather hungry. Why not?"
They went up to their respective rooms, deposited their bags, and made ready to go out. Both were a slight bit apprehensive about dinner. Both had their own reasons, but were nonetheless eager for the event to happen.
Author's Note: That's it. From now on, I shall not predict updates because real life always makes a liar out of me and I feel bad for disappointing people. So, what did you think of this section? I sort of have the next part planned out, now I just have to make time to write. Thanks everyone for the reviews. Seeing that people actually like my work and have taken the time to tell me that they like it means the world to me. Keep em coming.