I have to admit my curiosity was piqued. The messenger had arrived at my office with the hand written invitation and a single ticket to the opera. I've never been overly fond of sitting through the grandeur of an opera, but Puccini's Tosca is a personal favorite. How she had known that…well, that was something to ask her when I arrived. I had to smile at the fact that she seemed to have done some research and admittedly, I had done the same.
After the dinner party where we met it didn't take me long to find out which firm she worked with. A lengthy luncheon and drinks with the right people and I had the readers digest version of her life as they knew it. It was comforting to know I had crossed her mind too, and that she was curious enough to investigate my operatic preference.
Pulling up in front of the theatre I let the valet take my car, slipping the ticket into my breast pocket. Another smile as I realized she had managed to find a reason for me to wear my tux. Shaking my head I moved inside and was directed to a private box along the exclusive balcony row. Impressed again, I paused outside the door a moment then moved beyond and inside.
My breath caught and I had to mentally focus to keep my mouth from hanging open. She was a vision. Oh, yes she had outdone herself. She sat near the balcony wall; one gloved arm lay across its surface. As she turned to look at me and smiled, I noticed the color of her gown was an exact match for her sultry grey eyes. I caught myself wondering about the length of her hair. The first time we met she had worn it swept up of that graceful neck as it was now. All I knew was its honey blonde color, and that it must be curly, for the wisps that escaped the twist that held it at the back of her head spiraled at her temple and along the curve of her neck.
I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at her. The style of the dress left her shoulders bare and hugged her breasts, emphasizing every curve of her petite form. How such a simple little frock could make a mans blood run was beyond me, though when she stood and I caught the flash of skin from a daring slit to mid thigh, I had a pretty good idea it was not the dress but what was beneath that held such attractive prospects. Suddenly I knew for fact that women are much more clever than the male of the species. It seemed every detail was geared to make all the blood rush from my brain to throb tightly within my trousers. Once we are befuddled we are at their mercy.
Crossing to her I drew her close pressing a soft kiss to her temple, shifting to speak close to her ear. "What a very pleasant surprise. Thank you for inviting me."
I felt her shiver and took comfort in the knowledge that I was not the only one affected by the whole situation. She laughed softly and lifted those smoky, grey eyes to mine.
"I told you I would make sure you saw me again."
Grinning slightly I lifted my brows. "I did try to call you. You are a very busy woman. It was clever of you to make me wait and wonder."
"Mmnhmm well I thought perhaps it was time the shoe was on the other foot. I'm sure you've left many a woman to wait impatiently for the phone to ring."
