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“Do you expect me to walk around with my pretty feet in such a state?” she said brusquely. “Clean them immediately.”
“Of course, Mistress, you are a Goddess.”
Stella raised her eyebrows.
“That’s close, but not entirely correct,” she said softly. “Matt, from now on, I amyourGoddess.”
She saw him swallow, then he lifted his eyes to meet hers.
They connected.
A wondrous feeling fluttered through her stomach.
“Hand me my stockings and shoes,” she managed, though unnerved by the unexpected energy flowing between them. Still on his knees, he picked them up and offered them to her. “Matt, when I’m out of the room you may stand up. Until then, stay where you are.”
He nodded, and she saw him lower his eyes as she slipped off the bar stool and walked past him. Entering the hall and hurrying to the room where she’d changed, she pulled off the leather outfit and put on the lemon sundress. As she gathered her things together, she couldn’t believe she’d just made $1,500, and thoroughly enjoyed every moment. Having a man, especially a wealthy, famous man, groveling at her feet, had been extremely satisfying.
But it was more than that.
It was Matt.
She was profoundly attracted to him.
A chill pricked her skin.
First Tony, now Matt.
What was happening to her?
Making sure she had everything, she walked to the foyer and found Tony and Matt waiting for her. To her surprise, Matt blushed and looked at the floor.
“Matt?”
“Yes, Mistress Marilyn?” he replied, glancing up.
“You’re to make yourself available for me tomorrow. Same time. However, I expect you to be waiting for me in your bedroom, naked, and of course, on your knees.”
“Thank you. I’ll be thinking of nothing else until then.”
She heard the excitement in his voice.
“Good. Where is your bedroom?”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” he stammered. “Up the stairs, turn right, the d-double doors at the end.”
She nodded, then turned and walked out to the motor court, hearing Tony’s footsteps as he followed.
“Tony, I had such a great time,” she exclaimed after they climbed into the car. “I really loved it, and I really like him.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he said with a chuckle, then reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out an envelope. “Here’s your money.”
“I owe you, Tony,” she said gratefully, feeling an unexpected wave of emotion. “I owe you big time!”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he replied as he drove into the street. “You’re gorgeous and a total sweetheart. Men should be groveling at your feet, not taking you for granted.”
She frowned.
“You’re right. John does take me for granted.”
