Billionaire Bachelors 4 ; The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal(17)

Trenton released her just as quickly as he'd grabbed her and took several steps back. They were both breathing heavily as they stared at each other across the room. Neither of them was willing to back down.

"Let's go, I'll take you to your car," he finally said, then grabbed her arm and led her to the garage. Jennifer thought about fighting him, but decided not to. His expression was a bit frightening and she wasn't willing to provoke him any further than she already had.

The ride out to the ranch was silent. It took all of Jennifer's will-power but she refused to look over at the man who invaded her thoughts as much as he invaded her space during the week. She didn't know how she'd continue working for him, but she couldn't let go of the job.

They arrived at the ranch and she jumped from the car quickly and watched as Trenton drove away, spitting gravel in an immature peel out. She watched him leave and sighed to herself. She knew she was lying to herself by denying her attraction to him, but she couldn't accept she'd want him. She didn't want any man, but especially him.

He was far too confident, good-looking, and arrogant for her taste. She preferred men who were kind, loving, and understanding. She certainly didn't want to be with someone who would grab her and kiss her breathless without her permission. She'd just need to remind herself of that fact over and over again.

She headed up the stairs and could hear the kids before she even knocked on the door. She smiled to herself, happy her niece had found some joy in life once again. She knocked on the door and waited for it to be answered.

The next month at work flew by for Jennifer. She made sure she was never alone with Trenton for any length of time. She felt his eyes on her constantly and it was crumbling her wall of defenses, which she was so proud of having built up. 

She was making new friends, making her realize she could deal with the tension between her and Trenton. She didn't want to give up her job. There were a couple of single parents who worked there, who'd been invaluable in giving her tips and ideas. She'd been thrust into parenthood, and though she wasn't complaining, she knew she had a lot to learn.

"Hey, Jennifer, a bunch of us our heading to a club tonight. Want to come with us?" one of her new friends, Tracy, asked.

"That sounds perfect. Molly's spending the night with a friend so I have the night free. Where do you want to meet?"

"We're going to the new club over on Second Street. Dress extra sluty," Tracy said with a laugh. Jennifer blushed and Tracy gave a large wink before she left, laughing the entire way.

Trenton was sitting in his office, seething. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind and she was planning on living it up at a club. He wanted to haul her into his office and remind her how good they were together. He managed to stay seated, just barely and pretended to get work done.

At the end of the day, when he watched Jennifer walk out of the office with some of the other women, smiling and laughing, he made his decision to do some clubbing of his own.

Trenton left the offices with such an angry expression on his face all his employees turned the opposite way, instead of daring to actually speak to him. He didn't notice because all he had on his mind was one particular employee who was driving him nuts.

Trenton got home and changed out of his suit into his favorite pair of jeans and t-shirt. He didn't want to look like a wealthy man that night. He wanted to look like an everyday guy and prove to himself he'd still have women hanging off him. He didn't need the attention of one stubborn woman.

He drove to the club, which he'd never been to before, and though it was only ten in the evening, the club was already crowded more than he liked. He made his way to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. He had the feeling he'd need about twenty of them that night but could only have one. He needed to be able to drive later.

He leaned against the bar to peruse the room and it didn't take him long to find her, even in the crowded club. His gut clenched and he felt himself actually gripping the bar to keep from rushing onto the dance floor and ripping her from the arms of the guy she was with. The guy had her pulled tightly against him and her head was thrown back in laughter. He spun her out and quickly pulled her in again and Trenton wanted to rip the guy to shreds.

Just as he was about to lose the battle with himself and rush out there, a blonde rubbed up against him, pressing her half exposed br**sts into his side and giggling.

"I'm so sorry," the blonde said with another annoying giggle.

"It's not a problem," he told her, though she was actually irritating him. What was the matter with him? A beautiful woman was throwing herself at him and he could care less. She was much more his type than Jennifer, but he wanted to push her aside and rush out to his assistant. Hell, he'd come to the club in the first place to prove he could find other women attractive.