8: Walking her to her room
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*Joel*
It is such a relief to get out of the grand hall and away from the party. Damn, most of those girls were young enough to be my daughters if I had been an early starter.
To be honest I hated seeing how some members of the crew seemed to have a different view on the matter, accepting the offers from the girls. They really should hold themself to a hugger standart.
And I do not understand Imad at all. He has not one, but two beautiful wifes and still he is there groping some dancing girl that seemed young enough to be his grandkid, and in front of them nonetheless. That is just... Well beyond demeaning.
It had been a very close call, I was so sure Dean was about to do or say something really stupid, but luckily he had stopped himself at the last moment. Not that I don’t get him, but for his own safety it’s better not to.
Right now he is walking in front of me, talking very softly with Zara. I do understand his apparent fascination with her. She is unbelievably beautiful and she seems kind and caring too.
But the way they are whispering together and the look Dean has in his eyes when looking at her makes me nervous. This is not something you play around with, it can very easily end up being very dangerous.
Asha doesn't speak. She is just walking half a step behind me, keeping her eyes on the ground. I have a feeling her English is not very good and she doesn't feel confident enough to hold a conversation.
We reach her room first and she nods her head to us. "Thank you my Lords. Sleep well".
"You are so very welcome and a good night to you too Asha". I answer her with a slight bow. Watching her as she hurries inside and closes the door.
"I should probably walk with you to Zara's room. You know to keep the rules and such". I look at Dean.
He shakes his head lightly. "That would be kind of crazy Joel. I mean your room is right there. Just go to bed, it's fine. If Zara is okay with us being alone of course ?"
"It's okay Joel, you can just go to bed. Thank you so much. It is fine for Dean to walk me the rest of the way alone". She looks up at me with a small reassuring smile.
I open my door slowly. I am not quite liking this, but I can't really force anything and I am outnumbered on the decision. "Well.. good night to both of you then".
*Zara*
I am all alone with Dean in the hallway. I know that I shouldn't be, but for some reason I feel that I can trust him.
"What is the shortest way from here to your rooms ?" Dean looks around, then he turns those warm eyes on me.
I quickly map out the palace in my mind. "Actually it is through your room and across the garden. Elseway we have to go the long way around".
"And... is it okay for you to go through my room ? I mean, do you feel safe doing it". He is looking at me and he appears to be a bit uncertain.
I send him a reassuring smile. I know that everyone else is either at the party or sleeping and well... I do feel safe. "It is totally fine with me. No one will see us, they are all at the party".
He walks over to the door and opens it for me. I walk into his room, walking directly to the glass doors and out into the garden. I have to take two steps for every one of his to keep up with those long legs.
We stop right outside my garden door. It is time to say goodnight and I turn to look up at him, trying to find the words.
"I am sorry your husband acted like that. That was so very wrong, no one should be treated like that". He looks at me like he feels guilty by default of being a man too.
I smile at him, allowing myself to gaze into those deep warm eyes. It's like they keep showing me new wonders each time. "It is nothing new really and it doesn't actually hurt me. It is just not nice being forced to watch".
"I understand, it has to feel so… degrading. He doesn't deserve you to be totally honest. Your husband should be worshipping the ground you tread upon". The look in his eyes tells me that he is sincere.
I don't know why, actually I don't realise I am doing it before I feel his warmth against my palm. But I lift my hand, placing it against his cheek, feeling how he leans into my touch. "Thank you Dean. That is the sweetest and kindest thing anyone has said to me".
He keeps his eyes locked with mine, as he turns his face slightly and presses his lips against the skin of my palm. I gasp low as I feel small jolts shoot up my arm.
"Goodnight Zara, sleep well. I hope to see you very soon again". He gently takes my hand, closing it around the burning kiss lingering on my palm.
When he lets go of my hand I walk towards the door. "Goodnight Dean. Thank you for seeing me here safely".
I walk through the door, but something makes me stop and turn around, whispering softly. "Dean... I will be in the garden early in the morning".
"Well, it might just happen then, that I will be as well". He answers with a brilliant smile and I hurry inside, closing the door behind me.
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