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“If you need any help I’m really good at that stuff.”
“Thanks, but it’s all under control,” he said, hustling her back to the foyer and opening the door. “We’ll talk at the party, I promise.”
“Okay, thanks, and sorry if I was a nuisance.”
“No problem. Just bad timing.”
He watched her amble to her car, climb behind the wheel, and roll through the gates onto the street. They were usually locked, but he’d left them open for Marilyn. Relieved the sassy young woman was gone, he dropped the script on the foyer table, and hurried up the stairs to shower and change.
* * *
BUT HEATHER DOUBTEDMatt’s story. He’d been almost panic-stricken. She decided to wait to see who showed up. Parking on the side of the road, it was only a couple of minutes before a red BMW convertible passed and drove through his gates. It was Stella.
“Is it possible she’s sleeping with TonyandMatt?” she wondered aloud.
Pulling out and driving slowly home, the more she thought about it the more unlikely it seemed. Then suddenly she had to know!
Swinging her car into a tire-squealing u-turn and speeding back to Matt’s home, she parked outside the gates and walked through the pedestrian entrance, but paused, wondering if she was being a complete idiot.
Her curiosity won out.
Nervously hurrying across the motor court to the front door, she pushed down the heavy brass handle.
It was unlocked.
Slipping inside and gently closing it behind her, she crept towards the living room. Hearing no voices, she peeked in. It was empty.
She knew the house.
Matt’s bedroom was upstairs.
With her pulse racing, she climbed the staircase and moved stealthily down the hall, but as she approached the master suite she heard a woman talking and stopped to listen.
“No drinks waiting for me? Really, Matt, I expect better. Fetch me something immediately.”
Panicking, Heather darted into the nearest room, making it safely inside barely a second before she heard Matt enter the hall, then looking around, she discovered she’d stumbled into his closet. Spying a door she assumed led into his bedroom, she pressed her ear against the wood.
“Here you are Mistress Marilyn.”
Heather caught her breath.
Mistress Marilyn?
Her heart in her mouth, she cracked open the door just enough to see into the room—and caught her breath. Stella was dressed in an extraordinary red outfit and holding a champagne flute, while Matt was naked and kneeling in front of her. Carefully closing the door, she beat a hasty retreat.
* * *
DRIVING HOME, HEATHERreplayed the astonishing scene in her head. Her risky spying had revealed far more than she could ever have imagined. But a sudden, disturbing thought crossed her mind.
Did Tony share Matt’s kink?
She immediately rejected the idea.
There was no way her handsome, strong lover who spanked her silly and made her entire body quiver in orgasmic bliss, would kneel before any woman. Pulling into the garage, she sat for a moment, thinking about what she’d just learned. She had some very powerful information on her hands...
