Billionaire Bachelors 4 ; The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal(29)

She realized as their hands brushed, that she was falling in love with Trenton. She pulled back and his brows rose in question at her instant withdrawal. She knew he wouldn't understand why she pulled away, but she couldn't possibly let him know how she was feeling.

She knew it was most likely the magic of being in a foreign land and spending so much time alone with him, and when they got back to the offices things would go back to their normal alienation, but at that moment she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any other.

They left the café and toured more of the city, but nothing compared to the palaces and the history of the royal families. She entered many shops and was finally satisfied with all her purchases. She'd gotten something for all the people in the offices and many different items for Molly. She loved to give gifts and didn't feel a need to buy anything for herself. She'd much rather give than have anything given to her.

They headed back to the hotel early. She was far from tired, as they hadn't done nearly the walking they'd done the night before, and she wanted to go back out to the city. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay in with Trenton all night, and not find herself begging him to relieve the aching in her body.

"Take an hour or so relaxing and then dress up for tonight. You'll find a new dress on your bed. I'm taking you somewhere special tonight," Trenton said, before he disappeared into his own room.

She stood for a few moments, irritated he was so high handed as to simply assume she'd jump at his bidding, but who was she fooling, she wanted to go out on the town. The thought of getting dressed up was even better. What scared her was she wanted to go out with him. She knew a lot of the magic was from her time with Trenton. He knew how to turn on the charm and she was falling fast and hard.

She walked into her room and her eyes widened at the dress lying on her bed. It was the most stunning gown she'd ever laid eyes on. It was a shimmering blue silk, dipping daringly low in both the front and back, and looked as if it would cascade like a waterfall down her body. 

She caressed the soft material, almost afraid to even touch it, let alone put it on. She was sure the item cost more than she made in a month. Sitting next to it was a stunning pair of heels that looked as if they had real diamonds glittering on their strappy ties. She'd never owned such a beautiful pair before and wanted to wear them.

She told herself she'd wear the outfit one night, for once feeling like a princess. Then, she'd return them to him. She wouldn't be a bought woman and she'd make sure to tell him the night wouldn't end like his normal dates. That thought didn't sit too well in her stomach, but she'd have to remain strong. She couldn't be a high priced call girl.

She headed toward the luxurious bathroom, where she soaked in an exquisite bubble bath and let her worries drain away. She tried to tamper down her excitement for the evening to come, but it was difficult to do. She forced herself to take her time in the bath and getting ready.

As she slid the dress over her body, and it clung to her like it was a part of her skin, she couldn't control the sigh. Oh, how she could get used to dressing in clothes like the beautiful dress. She turned toward the mirror and had a hard time recognizing herself. She figured that was most definitely a good thing.

Chapter Seven

Trenton sucked in his breath at the sight of Jennifer when she stepped from her room. He'd spotted the dress at a fashion show a couple weeks before their trip and knew it had been made for her. He'd purchased it immediately, not knowing when he'd get the chance to present it to her, but he knew no one else could wear it but her. He'd been right.

The dress flowed over her body, accenting every perfection of her luscious figure. She had beautiful rounded br**sts, which begged for a man's touch, begged for his touch, and her slim waist and rounded hips screamed sex. The dress dipped low in the front and he knew it went daringly low in the back and he couldn't wait to pull her out on the dance floor and run his hands over her bared skin.

The strappy heels made her legs seem to stretch on forever and he had visions in his head of them wrapped around his back. He was thinking he'd have her leave the shoes on when he made love to her, later. He needed her so badly his body was in a constant state of arousal, and he shifted uncomfortably.

She was stunning and what made her even more so was the fact she didn't realize the power of her looks. She was biting on her lower lip as he slowly examined her, and the nervous look in her eyes told him she didn't know if he approved or not. He couldn't see how she didn't realize her own beauty.

He was used to women knowing exactly what assets to flaunt, and how to keep a man happy. They were good at playing their games, and knew how to get the most they could from their lover. Trenton had the feeling Jennifer had never played one of those games in her life.