It was like a dream, sitting here with Jones. He was so perfect and honest, he liked Clara for who she really was, not for who her father was or what he did. He didn't have any ulterior to wanting to be with her. He was her protector, literally. She smiled at him and nuzzled his neck, loving his scent, the warmth of his skin. It was almost too much to take in the back of that small car.
“Free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having….” ~C.S. Lewis
Jones smiled as he felt Clara on his neck, stroking her hair gently as he felt his body pressed to hers. They didn't have to say anything to expressed how they felt, Jones didn't even think he could even describe his feelings for this beautiful woman.
Far too soon the care pulled up to the villa and Clara had to disengage from Jones, which was harder than she had ever thought it would be. Straightening up she used the reflection in the window to check her hair and makeup, "Do I look alright?"
“Free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having….” ~C.S. Lewis
"You look fantastic." Jones said with a smile, resisting to hold her again. He opened the car door for her, noticing he had some lip stick on his face he violently rubbed it off before anyone could notice it.
Clara laughed as Jones tried to hide the evidence of their kisses. She couldn't help but smile as they walked to the house, feeling giddy inside. Clara was glad Papa wasn't there to see her yet, he would be suspicious of her happiness. Looking back at Jones she winked, "I'll see you tonight," She said at the staircase, "No peeking."
“Free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having….” ~C.S. Lewis
Jones loved the sound of Clara's laugh. He walked to the staircase and stopped, smiling back at Clara. "I wouldn't dream of it." He said, watching her climb the stairs. He looked around the large room, with nothing to do, he walked around within a short area. He didn't want to leave Clara at all. The other guard came for his shift a while later, which meant that Jones had time to dress up himself. Although he had no scheduled shift for tonight, he was going to make it his, even if he had to force them. He left the villa, and went to his hotel, where he would get ready for tonight
Last edited by Jones Sparrow; 12-30-2012 at 02:23 PM.
Clara went to her room her one of the maids of the house was waiting for her outside the door with a long plastic dress bag. Clara smiled at the woman and let the two of them in the room. A while later the maid came out and Clara followed closely behind in a deep purple gown that hugged her body tightly to mid thigh before gently floating away from her legs. The neck showed just enough cleavage with jeweled embellishments sparkling. Smiling as she came out of her room she could hear voices of guests rising from the foyer below as she descended the grand staircase, carefully lifting her hem to keep from stepping on it.
“Free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having….” ~C.S. Lewis
Before Jones got dressed, he wrote a bit in the journal, but didn't write for long. He was dying to see Clara. He dressed in a white shirt, a grey charcoal suit, and a black tie. His hair looked good, with minimal changes from earlier today, and his face was cleanly shaven. His matching slacks and shoes were clean from any hair or other debris as he put on his watch, and a little dash of cologne he only wore on certain occasions. He walked out of his hotel minutes later, going back to the Diamonte Villa, where he knocked on the door, and was let in.
Clara was chatting happily with an older woman and her husband when she saw the door open and a very handsome man enter. She couldn't help but smile when Jones was around, she felt lighter and happier. It hurt her though to not be able to immediately go to him and just kiss him hello. Her attention was called back to the woman who was asking about the hospital and when she planned to return.
“Free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having….” ~C.S. Lewis
After a small conversation and argument, he convinced the guard that was supposed to guard Clara tonight to take the night off. He wasn't getting paid for this shift, but he didn't care at all. He immediately scanned the area for Clara. Once he found her, he grabbed two glasses of Champagne, and walked over to Clara. "Miss Diamonte." He said with a nod, handing her the glass. "There seemed to be a change in plans. I will be watching over you for the night." He gave a small smile and a wink to her before he turned back to a professional tone.
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