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“I—uh—I don’t know what to think about this, but when you say a lot of money, how much are you talking about?”
“I’m just guessing here—probably around a grand. But let me be clear about this. You’d have to order him to lick your toes.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Stella, seriously.”
“Damn, that sounds unreal. Call me crazy, but I kind of like the idea, especially the part about ordering him around.”
“That’s great,” Tony said with a grin. “How do you feel about wearing provocative clothes and stilettos?”
Stella suddenly fell quiet and stared off into space.
Tony didn’t push.
“Wow!” she breathed, slowly turning to face him. “I’m honestly excited about the prospect of doing this. How do we make it happen?”
“Leave that with me, but there’s something else you need to consider. If you like it, and do it more than once, it won’t take long before you refuse to take any more of John’s crap. He’ll have a different woman on his hands.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” Tony said solemnly, then taking a breath, he added, “Stella, I think this could help you in a number of ways, but think carefully before you jump in.”
“I already have, and I want to give it a shot.”
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes, Tony, I’m absolutely sure.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, as she did every morning, Heather Ramsey woke up obsessing about Tony. He was the most incredible man she’d ever met. Every time she thought about the spanking he’d so deftly delivered her stomach flipped. And when she closed her eyes and recalled the powerful orgasm that had left her breathless, the flip turned into a gymnast’s tumbling routine.
She lived in her father’s luxury beach-front compound. He had suggested she move into Beverly Hills, but she loved the beach life, and his house came with a full staff. Her laundry was done and her meals prepared. Why would she want to be anywhere else? But more importantly, Tony lived next door. While sunbathing, surfing, and watching hunky beach boys play volleyball was fun, being with Tony topped her list. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Staring down at his house from her bedroom window, she wondered if he was home. She wanted to stop by, but she’d seen too many beach bunnies come and go, and she didn’t want to knock on his door at a bad time.
