my turn to show Phillipe something. I knew if anyone would appreciate it, then it would be him.
I arrived at the chateau around noon. The sun wasn’t there to warm me today. It seemed the clouds had decided to chase it away, but not even that could take away the joy I was feeling.
When I arrived, he took me straight up to his studio. This was a place I was now very comfortable in, which was what he had told me he’d wanted all along.
I explained to him that I had something to show him, knowing that he must have seen the music case I was holding in my right hand.
“You want to show me an instrument?” he asked, sounding a little confused.
I wasn’t offended at all by his confusion. If I were him, I’d doubt me, too.
“Sit over in your chair,” I told him.
I had been in his studio several times now. I was well aware of where everything was, so I smiled when I heard him mutter “bossy” under his breath as he moved away.
I opened my music case and pulled out Diva. I made my way over to where I knew he was sitting, and I handed it to him. He reached out and took my Stradivarius violin from me.
“Careful,” I whispered. “You’re now holding Diva, my best friend.”
He remained silent for several minutes.
“Wow, Beauty, I know this is expensive. Do you play?”
I knew he thought he was being rude. He was always so careful about the things he asked or said to me.
“Yes, I’ve played ever since I was five years old when my mother handed her down to me.”
He let out a breath, and I could tell he wanted to ask more.
Instead, he muttered, “Unbelievable.”
I was so pleased that he was impressed—well, impressed with the thought of my talent. Now, I just had to show him.
“I want you to play for me,” he told me, placing the violin in my hands.
Gripping the neck of Diva, I gently pulled her up and rested her against my left shoulder, turning my chin so it nestled perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout. “What would you like me to play?” I questioned, closing my eyes.
“Something you want me to hear,” he answered in that voice—that voice that had the ability to calm and excite me all at once.
“That’s not very specific.”
That was when I felt him stand and move around behind me.
He quietly requested, “Okay, how about something that will haunt me?”
Taking a deep breath, I affirmed, “That, I can do.”
Closing my eyes, I started to play Méditation from Thaïs . I listened to my body while I played with everything I was feeling. Whenever I played for an audience, I usually found myself forgetting that they were there. However, as the sad melody floated through the air, I was very aware of my one-person audience. I could feel him as he shifted around me, silently watching my performance.
As I reached the end of the piece, I heard him move in closer to me. He gently placed his hands on my shoulders.
“That was the most heart-wrenching thing I have ever heard,” he whispered.
He laid a hot kiss against my neck. I sighed as I tilted my head to the side, granting him the access he was seeking.
“What are you doing to me, Chantel?” he implored.
Sliding his hands down my arms, he took the violin and bow from my fingers. I relinquished my grip on them, listening carefully as he moved away. He placed them softly in their case, and then he moved back to me. His hands gripped my arms, pulling me toward him, so my back was against his front.
His lips were against my ear. “You intoxicate me, you know that?”
I didn’t think he actually wanted an answer, so I let my head fall back against his shoulder as he wrapped one arm across my breasts.
“Let me touch you in the way you just touched me,” he begged, turning me to face him.
I felt him take a step back, moving his heat away from me.
“May I?”
Immediately, my eyes were drawn down. From the direction of his voice, the man was kneeling at my feet. His hand reached out and cupped my bare ankle. I
I arrived at the chateau around noon. The sun wasn’t there to warm me today. It seemed the clouds had decided to chase it away, but not even that could take away the joy I was feeling.
When I arrived, he took me straight up to his studio. This was a place I was now very comfortable in, which was what he had told me he’d wanted all along.
I explained to him that I had something to show him, knowing that he must have seen the music case I was holding in my right hand.
“You want to show me an instrument?” he asked, sounding a little confused.
I wasn’t offended at all by his confusion. If I were him, I’d doubt me, too.
“Sit over in your chair,” I told him.
I had been in his studio several times now. I was well aware of where everything was, so I smiled when I heard him mutter “bossy” under his breath as he moved away.
I opened my music case and pulled out Diva. I made my way over to where I knew he was sitting, and I handed it to him. He reached out and took my Stradivarius violin from me.
“Careful,” I whispered. “You’re now holding Diva, my best friend.”
He remained silent for several minutes.
“Wow, Beauty, I know this is expensive. Do you play?”
I knew he thought he was being rude. He was always so careful about the things he asked or said to me.
“Yes, I’ve played ever since I was five years old when my mother handed her down to me.”
He let out a breath, and I could tell he wanted to ask more.
Instead, he muttered, “Unbelievable.”
I was so pleased that he was impressed—well, impressed with the thought of my talent. Now, I just had to show him.
“I want you to play for me,” he told me, placing the violin in my hands.
Gripping the neck of Diva, I gently pulled her up and rested her against my left shoulder, turning my chin so it nestled perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout. “What would you like me to play?” I questioned, closing my eyes.
“Something you want me to hear,” he answered in that voice—that voice that had the ability to calm and excite me all at once.
“That’s not very specific.”
That was when I felt him stand and move around behind me.
He quietly requested, “Okay, how about something that will haunt me?”
Taking a deep breath, I affirmed, “That, I can do.”
Closing my eyes, I started to play Méditation from Thaïs . I listened to my body while I played with everything I was feeling. Whenever I played for an audience, I usually found myself forgetting that they were there. However, as the sad melody floated through the air, I was very aware of my one-person audience. I could feel him as he shifted around me, silently watching my performance.
As I reached the end of the piece, I heard him move in closer to me. He gently placed his hands on my shoulders.
“That was the most heart-wrenching thing I have ever heard,” he whispered.
He laid a hot kiss against my neck. I sighed as I tilted my head to the side, granting him the access he was seeking.
“What are you doing to me, Chantel?” he implored.
Sliding his hands down my arms, he took the violin and bow from my fingers. I relinquished my grip on them, listening carefully as he moved away. He placed them softly in their case, and then he moved back to me. His hands gripped my arms, pulling me toward him, so my back was against his front.
His lips were against my ear. “You intoxicate me, you know that?”
I didn’t think he actually wanted an answer, so I let my head fall back against his shoulder as he wrapped one arm across my breasts.
“Let me touch you in the way you just touched me,” he begged, turning me to face him.
I felt him take a step back, moving his heat away from me.
“May I?”
Immediately, my eyes were drawn down. From the direction of his voice, the man was kneeling at my feet. His hand reached out and cupped my bare ankle. I
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