Chapter Thirteen
They’d been home a grand total of a week, and already their life had changed. Something at work meant Tony spent most of his days and nights at work. When he got home he locked himself in the study. When they returned, he’d spent enough time to tell her she’d be living with him permanently. She tried not to think about the nights when he didn’t come home. The press were having a field day at hinting about his getting back together with the model.
For the most part she ignored what they had to say. Nothing good ever came from listening to idle gossip. He still wouldn’t listen to her reasons for getting a job. She was going crazy being cooped up in his apartment, which was nothing more than a fancy hotel room. She needed to get out and do something with her time.
One night, she heard him get home and head straight to his study. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Taking down a cup, she made him a drink. The idea sounded stupid to her. She needed to see him, to talk to him and assure herself he was okay.
She didn’t knock on the door. Opening and closing the door quietly, she walked over to his desk. She placed the cup on the coaster and waited. He looked tired and worn. She wondered if he missed being with her.
“What do you want, Opal?” he asked. She watched as he began typing on his computer, a frown marring his face.
“I thought you’d like a cup of tea.” The truth was she’d woken up alone in bed and didn’t know what to do with her time. Most of her life she’d been instructed on her day to day life, and now she had to make her own decisions. Fighting the life of her parents was still as hard as if she was living with them. Opal placed the cup down at the desk and waited.
He stopped typing and stared at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
Tony stared at her as if she’d grown three heads.
“I’ve never been a wife before. I don’t know what to do.” Admitting her faults made her take a deep breath. He knew about her weakness.
He took one quick glance at his computer, sighed and pushed it farther past his desk. “I’ve been neglecting you,” he said.
“Just a little.”
Tony pulled her in front of him, her ass leaning on the edge of the desk. He loosened the sash of her robe, exposing the sheer gown she’d worn for bed. “You look good enough to eat,” he said. She watched as he rested his head on her stomach. The touch wasn’t sexual, yet to her it felt intimate.
“Is work getting really bad?” she asked.
“I don’t beg anyone for anything,” he said.
“Huh?”
“This new take-over bid wants me to get on my knees and beg for his company. I refuse to beg for anything in this world. They either beg for me or at least come to me willingly,” he said.
His hand began stroking the inside of her thigh. “Your brother came to see me today.”
“Yes.” How could she concentrate on a conversation when he was working havoc with her sense? “What did he say?”
“Asked about you. About us.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That we’re working things out.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Richard could be a little dominating sometimes. She felt sorry for Scarlet.
He reached under her nighty and stroked her pussy. She gasped as he ran his fingers through her slit. The moment he’d started to touch her, she’d begun to get aroused. He only needed to be close by for her body to respond to his touch.
“I want you, Petal.”
“Then have me.”
She yelped as he placed her on the desk.
“I’ve missed you,” he said as he pushed her gown up to her waist. She rarely wore underwear to bed, and she was bare for him to see. Opal leaned on her elbows watching him as he played with her pubic hair, opening her outer lips to reveal her slit.
“Tell me to lick your pussy,” he said.