He followed her, like she was his prey, until she was backed up against the wall. She had her hair up in a sexy knot on her head, with some strands framing her face, so he had easy access to her delicate earlobes. Without saying another word, he took the dangling earrings from the box and attached the first one and then the other onto her lobes.
She glared at him, as her hands trembled. The earrings had a special clasp, so they were difficult to lose, and he saw her try to remove them before getting frustrated when she couldn’t figure out how.
“I said I didn’t want to wear these.”
“Accept them - you look stunning, as they match the dress. If you can’t even figure out how to get them off, then how are you going to lose them?” he questioned. She glared once more, but finally gave up trying to remove the jewelry.
“Well, I’m going to be stressed all night they’ll come off,” she said in a huff.
“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” he told her on a breath of laughter.
“Fine, I’ll wear them for now, but only because I want to go and we’re wasting time,” she conceded and walked toward the door. She wanted to leave, not fight with Trenton about what she would or wouldn’t wear.
“That sounds fine to me,” he said, a little irritated she was being so stubborn. He liked the fact she wasn’t greedy, but he’d taken time to pick her out nice things, and she could be a bit more appreciate and a lot less snarky about the situation.
He led her out of the room to another beautiful restaurant, where he once again ordered their meal. Her only request was to try something new from what she’d already had. She wanted to try as many of the local favorites as possible before they had to leave and she had yet to find anything she didn’t love immediately.
The highlight of her evening was when he took her to a concert featuring Mozart and Strauss. The first set was compositions of Mozart, exclusively, and was so beautiful her eyes filled with tears and spilled over. Trenton was there to hand her a Kleenex, but she was so enthralled with the music she couldn’t turn away even long enough to say thank you, so she just took it and dabbed her eyes and nose.
There was also a soloist who performed, alongside the musicians and ballet dancers, adding to the magic. A lovely opera singer performed with so much power in her voice the room echoed with her words. Intermission came too soon and she turned to Trenton with anxious eyes.
“I can’t believe how quickly that went. I hope the second half’s longer.”
“It’s certainly a great show, but there are a number of shows in the states with equal quality,” he told her.
“I’ve never been to a show like this before. I’ve heard of them, of course, but never pictured I’d be the type of person who’d attend. I thought they were for the rich and famous, and more about being seen, than there actually being such sheer beauty,” she told him.
He sat back, a bit uncomfortable. He’d attended many of the shows as nothing more than another business meeting. It was a good place to see and be seen and he’d closed many business deals afterward. Her pure enjoyment of the music and beauty around her was humbling.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he finally said, and by the look in her eye she knew he was one of those people she’d just been talking about. He shouldn’t let her criticism affect him in any way but it surprisingly did.
He went and got them each drinks and a snack and then sat back, visiting with some of the other people in the exclusive box, while waiting for the second half to begin. As Jennifer didn’t speak German, she listened, but to his surprise, she didn’t seem uncomfortable at being excluded from the conversation.
The lights flickered and she turned forward, once again completely tuning him and the other people out, focusing on the rising curtain before her.
The music of Strauss filled the room and Jennifer was once again mesmerized. His music sent her to a whole other dimension.
The music had the power to take her away to a new world and when it ended and she was thrown back into reality. She was surprised by the tears streaking down her cheeks and the quiet sobs escaping her lips. The entire event had been so beautiful she hadn’t been able to control her emotions. She didn’t see the look of wonder on Trenton’s face, as she was trying to get herself together.
“Would you like to go backstage?” he asked. Her eyes rounded in pleasure. She never thought she’d ever get to meet the people who made such beautiful music. She couldn’t even speak, so she simply nodded her head.
He led her down a hallway and quickly got them backstage, where she was surrounded with people, who were laughing and visiting, everyone seeming to be on a high after such a fabulous performance.
One of the Opera singers, a very gorgeous male, was showing her a lot of attention, which she didn’t even really notice, until Trenton put his arm around her and sent the man a glare, letting him know she was most certainly taken. A bit later in the evening, as she was sipping on a glass of champagne, and found herself alone, the man once again approached her.
“If you want to run away from that brute of a man, I can sneak you out the backdoor,” he suggested, which made her face turn pink, and a giggle escape her lips. She was flattered such a talented man would find her appealing enough to want to run away with her. She was tempted, if only to show Trenton he in no way owned her. She gave him a dazzling smile, when she was suddenly gripped from behind.
“The woman is taken,” Trenton’s voice said from behind, as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. She was shocked by his behavior, as she’d never before seen him act so possessively. It wasn’t like they were on a real date, anyway. She was his employee and he was simply showing her the town on a business trip.
He didn’t give her time to say anything else, he just steered her toward a door, where his guards were, and led her outside to his waiting car. She slid in, feeling slightly buzzed and completely euphoric because of the wonderful night. Even his bad temper did nothing to her great mood.
“That was amazing. I’m certainly going to have to go to shows in the states. I know I won’t get nearly as good of seats, but I don’t think it will matter whether you’re in the luxurious boxes or the back row. The music is so powerful it will carry to the furthest reaches of the theatre,” she said to him. He noticed her hand once again stroked the jewelry, as it had all evening.