They had been looking for her. Well not exactly her but some descendants of her Grandmother's family. It was romantic in a way. During the First World War a man and a woman fell in love. The man was Canadian and far from home defending the boarder of a country he had barely knew existed before being sent to the front lines. The woman was Danish and had seen not only the blood of her family spilled, but that of her countrymen as well. There had been enough blood spilled to fill a lifetime and then some.
He had tried to protect her and had been wounded in the skirmish, in thanks she had hid him from the enemy and nursed him back to health. They fell in love and from that love a child was born never know his father. Only a month before his birth, during an air raid his father had died.
The father was Brianna's great uncle. His son carried on his name, as did his children and theirs. At the passing of their beloved great grandmother they realized that there was a family out there that needed to be united. And so the search had begun...
She had flown to Denmark to spend Christmas with them. Despite the language barrier it had been wonderful. She had seen several pictures of her great uncle; she had copies to pass on to her relatives in Canada. It was the first Christmas in a long time that had been filled with only laughter and warmth, the spirit of good will and peace.
Her lips curved up slightly at the memories while she watched the goings on of the airport. This is how he found her. She looked content and possibly sad, it was hard to tell. He slowly scanned her face, his eyes momentarily settled on the hint of cleavage showing at the V of her sweater before he took his seat.
She turned and smiled at him in greeting, nothing more then good manners but it gave him a chance to study her eyes. Were they blue or gray? Perhaps there was a hint of green or turquoise; it was hard to tell in the dim lighting in the plane cabin.
Finn leaned forward to stow his briefcase under the seat. Her scent was intoxicating, something light and fresh. It was very subtle; she didn't bath in it like some women he knew which only made him want to be closer to her. He wondered if her hair smelt the same, or that tender spot behind her knee which he accidentally grazed as he came up.
He apologized and began to ask her the monotonous questions one asks when flying. Was the trip work or pleasure? Where are you going? Have you been here before? Every question was answered in a cool and polite manner. She didn't return many of the questions or ask anything else. Finn could tell it was going to be a long flight. Her scent was already making his loins tingle.
The flight was supposed to be a non-stop to New York but after only a few hours the passengers were awoken from there semi sleep to be told that there was a problem with the plane and that they would be landing in Iceland for repairs. They arrived at the gate for what was hopefully only a short stop but luck was not on their side. The plane was grounded and its passengers stranded until the morning.
Finn was treated to a nice view of Bri's jean clad bottom as he followed her and the others to the flight desk. They had been seated near the back of the plane and were the last two off. They were told that there were no flights leaving until late the next afternoon.
Being the last off the plane had its ups and downs depending on how you looked at it. The only hotel by the airport was booked solid because of bad weather in several other regions, shutting down airports and redirecting planes to this one. Because they were the last off the plane they were the last to get rooms. There was only one left however, causing a slight problem.
Brianna didn't know what else to do. She knew she couldn't spend the night in the terminal, she had to sleep and her back wouldn't be able to take a night on a bench. Finn did the only thing he could think of.
"Why don't you share a room with me? I'm sure there will be lots of room and I'm a gentleman, nothing to worry about." He watched her face as she ran through all her options before nodding in agreement.
"Thanks." She murmured. She couldn't help but feel nervous and apprehensive. He was a stranger, all be it a very handsome sexy stranger. And she definitely couldn't knock the accent. What was it about men with accents? Were they all sexy? She let the bellhop take her overnight bag at Finn's request. Finn's hand was warm on the small of her back when he directed her to the hotel's dining room.
"Let us get something to eat." He said. It seemed that the other passengers had the same idea. The dining room was very crowded and loud. Brianna didn't really want to be alone with Finn but she also didn't want to be in that room. Why did Europeans have to smoke so much? She was sure you could cut the smoke with a knife it was so thick.
"Ah, you know what? I think we should just grab something from room service. I'm not really in the mood for a crowded restaurant. Ok?" her smile was radiant when he agreed.
It turned out that the room wasn't just a room but a suite, complete with its own dining area and a love seat. But before her nerves could settle she looked into the sleeping area and saw that there was only a king size bed instead of the customary two beds. What now?
"Listen, if you like I'll sleep on the floor out here. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He wasn't looking forward to it, but he couldn't stand to see the look of apprehension that had come into her eyes at the sight of the bed.
You're a grown woman. Don't be such a baby, she thought. "No. That's ok." She turned to face him; he really was handsome. "We are both adults. And I'm sure we are both capable of spending a night in the same bed. Can you order me a cheeseburger and whatever on the side? I'm going to take advantage of that huge tub in the bathroom." She grabbed her carry on and barricaded herself behind the bathroom door.
Finn placed the order, and for good measure he ordered a bottle of wine in the hopes of soothing Brianna's nerves enough to let her sleep. He could hear the tub filling with water. He wondered what he would find if he opened the door. Would she have used bubble bath? Would there be any windows in the blanket of suds for him to catch a glimpse at her lush body? Would the water cover her to her neck or just the tops of her lovely breasts?
His body responded instantly, becoming more sensitive and hard. His heart rate went up another notch when he heard her moving around in the water. Was she washing some intimate spot on her body? He wondered if her skin was soft and creamy everywhere, he wondered if she had pinned her hair up off her slender neck or if her honey blonde hair was damp and curling around her pretty face.
