An Untimely Romance: A Time Travel Romance by Wells J & L Wells

Author:Wells, J & L Wells [Wells, J]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance, time travel romance, British, Romance, 19th century, uk, New Adult, Time Travel
Publisher: Nexgate Press
Published: 2013-05-25T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

A Night to Remember

“Oh bugger!” Heather said as she jumped up and looked at the time: 6.15 p.m. – three quarters of an hour and he’ll be here, she thought.

She rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I know everything is ready ... but where? she thought, opening one of the bedroom doors. No, this can’t be the one, she thought as she peered into a girly pink room with bunk beds. Her face lit up as she entered the master suite. The decor was slightly more feminine than Heather would have anticipated, with cream walls, except the feature wall, which was cream with a crimson rose pattern. Behind this was what she thought looked like a king-size bed, on which Ruben had sprinkled the same colour rose petals across a rich velvet duvet and matching pillowcases, the sweetness of their perfume dancing seductively in the air to meet her. A plush scarlet gown, befitting a romantic night out, hung elegantly from a mirrored wardrobe. Heather felt a rush of excitement, an inner glow.

Returning to the bathroom, she quickly showered and threw her clothes in a laundry bag to take home. She scouted round for a hairdryer. Typical, she thought. After looking everywhere with no luck, she decided she was not going to let it ruin her evening. She sank down onto a padded stool and gazed at her face and wavy damp hair in the small dressing table mirror. There was even some make-up there waiting for her. Well, best make the most of it, she thought.

“I can’t let a simple hairdryer ruin our evening, not when Ruben’s gone to so much trouble,” she said out loud, watching her reflection talking back to her as she scrunched her tousled hair between her fingers. As a rule, she’d brush it out ready for straightening, but on this occasion she decided to define the curls as it dried.

“There, not bad at all,” she muttered, grinning at her reflection.

She wasn’t too sure about the make-up, since it was not what she would usually have worn, but it was that or go without. She’d heard her mum use the expression ‘as pretty as pink’ on more than one occasion, and it appeared to be a colour that Ruben admired since he’d actually gone out and bought it for her himself. A quick touch of bronzer, but she knew the time was moving on, so she concentrated on her eyes. The pink eyeshadow was not looking too bad after some careful blending. Lipstick, and I’ll be done, and its only ten to seven, she thought, applying the first coat to her lips. She ran a comb carefully through her hair so as not to disturb the natural curls, and then quickly removed the dress from its hanger. The material felt cool against her skin as she stepped inside its fishtail skirt, pulling it up around her petite waist. It was as if it had been made for her, and she loved the off-the-shoulder style.

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