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DURING LUNCH WITH TIAand Stephanie, Tony had volunteered to take Stella to pick up her car. Seeing a spark between them, and knowing how unhappy Stella was, Stephanie quickly agreed.
During the drive, Tony cautiously flirted. When Stella flirted back, he suggested following her home in case she had any problems, and when they arrived at her door she invited him in for an afternoon cocktail. They sipped on Mint Juleps and chatted about life in Malibu, but halfway through her second glass, Stella broke down.
“It is a wonderful place to live,” she sniffled, “but I’m so unhappy. Sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you this. I don’t even know you.”
Immediately moving to her side, Tony held her tightly and tried to comfort her. Desperate for affection, she threw her arms around his neck, then pressed her lips against his and kissed him with a passion she didn’t even know she possessed.
Sweeping her up like Rhett Butler, he carried her into a guest room, and Stella eagerly surrendered to the strong, handsome Italian. But realizing he didn’t have a condom, he had to restrain himself. After bringing her to a powerful orgasm with his talented tongue, he quickly stroked his stiffened shaft while gazing at her voluptuous body.
Even though she hadn’t had sex, the encounter had been a huge step for the subservient Texan belle, but loving the residual tingling as she rested in Tony’s arms, she was struck by an epiphany.
There was more to life, and she wanted it.
Suddenly, Tony’s kindness and sexual prowess was the nail in her husband’s coffin.
“Hey gorgeous, are you okay?” Tony asked softly as she shifted in his arms. “Any regrets?”
“Not a one, and there’s something I simply must tell you. I know we couldn’t actually have sex because of the condom thing, but it doesn’t matter. Before I met John I imagined making love would be amazing. Just now, for the first time, it was. What you did and how you made me feel was wonderful.”
“Am I really the only person you’ve been with besides him?”
“Yes, but he’s never made me feel things like you just did. I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me.”
“Are you kidding?” Tony exclaimed. “You’re incredibly sexy and you have a million-dollar-body.”
“You honestly think so?”
“Look in the mirror!” he exclaimed, then frowning, he asked, “Stella, when you said he keeps you on a financial shoe string, just how bad is it?”
“It’s more like a thin piece of thread,” she muttered with a sigh. “I had my own money when I married him, but he put it into some kind of investment and I have to ask him for everything. I don’t even have a credit card. He says I can’t be trusted because I’m a woman.”
“I hate hearing shit like that. It makes me crazy!” Tony said angrily. “You deserve so much better. I’m sorry, but I have to ask...are you in love with him?”
“Am I in love with him?” she repeated thoughtfully. “Well, I was excited at the wedding, and I used to look forward to seeing him when he’d come home from work, but not any more. In fact, sometimes when he’s here I wish he wasn’t. So, the answer is no, I am not in love with him, I don’t even like him very much. In fact, if I’m being blatantly honest, he’s not a very nice man.”
“Would you leave him if you could get your money back from whatever this investment is?”
“I’d like to have the option. Perhaps then I wouldn’t feel so trapped, but yeah, I’m pretty sure I would.”
* * *
TONY’S HEAD WAS SPINNING. Something had occurred to him that could help her, but it would be an offbeat, possibly outlandish suggestion.
“Stella,” he began tentatively, “would you like to have power over a man? A rich, kind, handsome man? A man who would treat you like a queen?”
Stella giggled.
“I’ve never been treated like a queen. A princess maybe, by my dad, but not a queen.”
“How would you like to make some serious money in a very short amount of time?”
“Please don’t tell me you think I should be an escort!” she declared, glaring at him.
“Stella, no, of course not! Well, not exactly. Let me explain before jumping to any conclusions. I know someone who has a particular liking for—uh—women’s feet.”
“No! Really? Are you saying this person would pay me if I let him play with my tippy toes?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, and they’d be the only part of you that would have to be naked.”
