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their children while they taste tested every dish. Somehow they’d switched to the topic of music and he’d rambled on about the various artists who’d preformed at the Opera House. Overall, the evening ended on a pleasant note even though she had no confirmation of admittance to the performance tomorrow night.
    She stopped at the dresser and tugged open a drawer. Underwear and bras were on one side. Next to them, she’d placed a folded silk negligee. Since she didn’t have a man to entertain, she snatched a pair of white panties. She hoped to wear the sexy nightgown and have it stripped off her another night.
    Closing the drawer, the unsettling feeling she’d had after Nikolaus had left her at the restaurant returned in full force. Her expectation of seeing him again and getting into the Opera House was fading. Sure, Stephen had said his friend was a man of his word, but Nikolaus had yet to contact her. Maybe he’d changed his mind about her. Perhaps he didn’t want to see her again.
    Blues crept into her soul. Not only would she have to spend nights alone, the chances of her getting into the performance were slim to none. She’d have to find another place to explore, which wasn’t such a bad thing, but she’d longed to see a performance at the famous historic Opera House.
    She bent as she slipped one foot after the other through the opening of her panties. The towel unravelled and fell to the floor. Tangled damp locks tickled her neck as she slid the underwear up her legs.
    A loud buzz from the telephone next to the bed startled her. She jumped and a soft scream flew from her. The red light flashed as the phone continued to call to her.
    Gwen dashed towards the nightstand and glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. Wondering who would be ringing at such a late hour, she lifted the receiver. “Hello.”
    “Ms Stratten?” said the man on the other end of the connection.
    “Yes.”
    “I’m one of the managers of the Ring Hotel. I have a message from Nikolaus Wiesner. He telephoned a few moments ago and said he couldn’t reach you.” The person’s accent was thick with German, making it difficult for Gwen to understand him.
    “Oh, I was in the bath. What’s the message?”
    “He left his number and asked you contact him in the morning.”
    Gwen quickly searched for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding none on the counter, she shot her gaze to the desk in the corner. “Hold, please.”
    Before he could respond, she dropped the phone on the bed and ran towards the desk. She snatched the pen and tablet, then hurried back to the nightstand. Heart pumping with joy, she lifted the receiver.
    “Go ahead,” she said.
    As he read the digits to her, she jotted them on the paper. “Got it. Thank you.”
    She ended the call with anxiety rushing through her. He’d called when she was soaking in the tub. Hallelujah and holy fuck. Maybe she’d get to ride his cock and see the Opera after all.
    Holding the paper, she returned to the desk and unplugged her cell. The message he’d given the manager said to wait until the morning. Technically it was, but she didn’t want to wake him if he’d gone to sleep. After entering his number, she typed a text.
    Sorry I missed your call. My dirty mind and naughty body needed a bath. I look forward to meeting you again soon.
    She hit the ‘send’ button and breathed deeply. Fresh hope returned and enlivened her mood. She couldn’t possibly fall asleep now. Holding her cell, she headed for the bathroom.
    Gwen combed her damp hair while she wondered what she could wear to the performance. She had brought dresses, but most were bright and cheery—the kind worn during spring. She didn’t have a formal gown with her. Although she had a credit card, she didn’t want to splurge on an outfit. The cost would undoubtedly be high in Vienna. Worry plaguing her mind, she set the brush on the counter, grabbed her phone and strode towards the bed. When her cell vibrated, she nearly