Trust Me II by D. T. Jones Page B

right good rollicking before we left yesterday.”
    “I’m not sure what that means, but as long as he keeps his distance then I’m okay with it.”
    “Hey boy,” Creighton said patting Daniel on the shoulder and smiling. “I think you’ve monopolized enough of my wife’s time. It’s my turn.” Daniel laughed and shook his hand before kissing Sandra on the cheek.
    “I think you made a good choice here,” he told his employer. “She’s a real gem.” Creighton smiled, taking Sandra in his arms as the band began to play You are My Destiny and moved slowly around the makeshift dance floor.
    “Enjoying yourself?” he asked softly.
    “Very much, thank you.” Not exactly a lie, she thought; for the most part she was enjoying herself, there had been just a few minor black marks to make her feel uncomfortable. “And thank you for everything you’ve done; not just for the wedding and this party, but today as well. I don’t think I could have made it a single moment without you. You made my trip to Europe a dream come true.”
    “You are welcome my love,” he said softly. “Don’t tell your sister, but I am forever in her debt for sending in that contest entry for you. I’m not sure what I would have done had you not come to France. I was starting to run out of ideas, short of kidnapping you.”
    “Knowing you, you would have stalked me a little longer before your perverted mind came up with another deviant idea to get me alone.” Creighton laughed, hugging her to his chest.
    “You know it, baby,” he told her. They continued to dance for several more minutes, through the first song they started with and into the next. Sandra tried to ignore the glares the young women were giving her and the lustful glances from several of the men. It was enough to offset the happiness of the evening.
    “Stop worrying about them,” he told her as though reading her mind again. “Those girls are petty and jealous and with good reason; you look stunning and absolutely delicious.”
    “And what about the men who are looking at me like I’m on the dessert menu?” she asked with a shy smile.
    “Let them look,” he shrugged. “Just so long as they don’t try and sample the goods. I like being envied by them. I have what they never will; love and passion and a wife who is simply the most incredible woman to grace this dusty old country in many long years.”
    “You, sir, are definitely my knight in shining armor; and you claim to not be a romantic.” Creighton kissed her lips tenderly, the tip of his tongue tracing the outline of her bottom lip before it found the entrance between her teeth. Sandra blushed as their tongues began a slow, caressing tango with each other. She was sure he was kissing her like this for show, but she didn’t care. His touch had a way of melting her resistance and warming her in places that begged for his attention.
    Several long moments passed before Sandra felt like she was able to think again, her head laying against her husband’s shoulder as they moved slowly to the music. She looked around at the guests who watched them, smiling for Chang who snapped picture after picture for their wedding album. She noticed Sabrina and Donato’s youngest son, Giovanni, dancing nearby and it appeared they were far more than casual acquaintances. They smiled and whispered together before he kissed her cheek, causing her to blush profusely. Sandra had seen them periodically throughout the evening talking and dancing and wondering off from time to time alone holding hands, sitting alone at a table and talking privately and very intimately, all the while Sabrina blushed and batted her eyes.
    Sandra looked up into her husband’s handsome face and saw his set jaw as his attention was also on the young couple.
    “So what do you have against your sister’s love interest?” she asked when the music changed to another romantic number.
    “Why do you ask?” he smiled a half grin. It was more than apparent