Chapter 2: Pause for Thought
Sienna studied Trevor's profile as he negotiated a path through the Chester rush hour traffic. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the side of the steering wheel as the car pulled to a halt at yet another set of red lights. What had started as a rash impulse was now very much a liaison. The endless delays had given them plenty of opportunities to rethink their course, but neither of them had said the words to put a halt to this madness. Sienna was tense and silent sitting bolt upright on the Range Rover passenger seat. She feared the infernal and annoying delays would bring Trevor to his senses and the car would turn back to Hollyoaks. Forget it ever happened and back to their respective fiancées. No harm done. Sienna bit her lip to prevent herself uttering any words that might make Trevor change his mind. She had no idea where he was taking her but any questioning might sway him from his purpose, and she didn't want that to happen.
Trevor stifled a curse as an inept driver cut into his lane at a junction. His mind was racing and trying to concentrate on the road was proving difficult. He knew one of them should break the silence. Neither had spoken since they'd left Hollyoaks. He wasn't even sure where he was driving to, his initial aim was to put a distance between themselves and the village. He'd thought of driving to a hotel, but swiftly changed his mind as the whole thing would just scream 'illicit sex' and presumption on his part. Sienna wasn't the type of girl one took to hotels in the middle of the afternoon with no luggage, the hotel staff discrete but complicit. He decided that the best course of action was to drive out to the countryside, find a place where no busybodies would see them. Maybe a small country pub where they could talk, or park up on some waste ground and talk.
The Range Rover started to pick up speed as they finally left the snarled up city. Sienna relaxed her tense shoulders and sank back into the seat. So, they weren't going back to Hollyoaks. Good. Now she was sure that Trevor hadn't changed his mind she felt confident enough to speak and break the silence between them. 'Trevor, where are we going?' A question that could be interpreted in many ways, but Trevor took the easiest path and answered directly rather than taking the opportunity to analyse the situation.
'I thought we'd park up in a nice little beauty spot I know round here... Should be deserted at this time of day... Is that ok?' Trevor's voice nervously lifted in pitch, emphasising the question in his tone.
'Yes, that's... Ok'
Damn the way she paused and emphasised the 'ok' was sexy. He could feel himself stirring just thinking about it. The enormity of it hit him. Sienna and him. Alone. He'd fantasised about this many times. Ever since she'd sidled up to him when he was sitting on that bench at his lowest ebb it had always been in his mind. No matter how many times he'd tried to dismiss her from his thoughts he always ended up fantasising about her. Imagining the ice maiden thawing under his touch, calling out his name in that haughty voice of hers. 'How far?' Her voice cut into his thoughts, she was here in the flesh and sitting beside him.
'Not far, this is the turning and it's just a few miles after that...' Trevor spun the wheel and the car slowed and moved into the narrow country lane. The car rocked and swayed on the pot holes that littered the road. Sienna reached up and clung to the grab handle - she was scared of lurching into Trevor as the car swayed. When their bodies came together it should be perfect not the comedic byproduct of some random pothole.
Trevor brought the car to a stop as he parked at the end of the track. He reached down and released his seatbelt. The click of the buckle leaving the catch was disconcertingly loud and jarring in the silently charged atmosphere of the car. Sienna took her cue from Trevor and released her own seat belt. She demurely looked down at her hands, crossed in her lap. Trevor's eyes shifted sideways to look at the same hands that Sienna was studying so intently. Long delicate fingers interlocked, perfect French manicure in a subtle shade of beige. The thought of those hands wrapped round his cock hit Trevor like a slap in the face. Fucking hell. He could feel himself blushing furiously. What was going on here? He was a grown man, but he was sitting here without a clue what to do. So..more time passed. Eons passed. Trevor transfixed by Sienna's hands and Sienna lost in thought.
Sienna's phone beeped with an incoming text message alert. They both jumped, glad that the tension had been broken without either of them having to make a move. 'I better check that...' Sienna's hands flew to her handbag and she rummaged around for a while, as a delaying tactic. She knew exactly where her phone was. She made a show of checking the screen, then setting it to silent mode. 'That won't be bothering us again'. Trevor looked askance. 'It was just a marketing text...' she put the phone back in her bag and fastened the zip with an air of finality.
'Sienna, I...' Trevor started to talk. He was on the verge of calling a halt to the whole thing. This was insane. What the hell had he been thinking? Best to just turn round and go back to Hollyoaks right now. Sienna's hand reached over and placed itself on top of Trevor's large hand. Trevor gulped as Sienna's fingers caressed his fingers,slowly and deliberately.
'We don't have to do anything Trevor. We can just talk...'
Trevor shrugged, 'Ok, what do you want to talk about?'
Sienna carried on stroking his hands, studying them intently. It was the raw power in those hands that fascinated her the most. The thought that he might have killed a man with them was a thrill. She knew it shouldn't be but she was long past the stage of analysing her motives. She felt a shiver of excited expectation run through her. Those hands. Givers of pain. Givers of pleasure. Trevor. A name she never thought would trip off her lips in the throes of passion. Trevor. But she was getting ahead of herself...
She lifted Trevor's hands to her lips and planted delicate kisses on them. He looked at her bowed head, her shiny treacle coloured hair falling around her shoulders. This could not be happening...if he told himself that enough times he could pretend this was all some gorgeous technicolour dream, and he would wake in the morning, refreshed and free of his obsession with this damn woman. As Sienna kissed his fingers he rested his head back on the headrest with an exhalation of breath. It was all good.. it was all good... he wasn't doing anything wrong. He felt a soft warm moistness on his finger, a suggestive suckling that fired his blood. He looked at Sienna. Her eyes met his in a direct invitation as she teased his finger with her tongue. Oh God, he was lost. Totally lost...