Felicia Read Free

the deal. She didn’t really have a lot of experience to go by, and it seemed logical.
    “What are you thinking, my dear?” Marcello asked.
    ‘What?” Felicia was jolted back into the here and now. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering what I should wear for you tonight. It would have to be something from my wardrobe. I just don’t feel motivated to go shopping today.”
    She saw something like relief in Marcello’s eyes. Her shopping trips were never cheap.
    “Perhaps that fetching black dress with the spaghetti straps?” he suggested.
    “The one with the skirt slit up both sides almost to my hips?” Felicia smiled. “And it’s backless, so I can’t wear a bra with it? That one?”
    “Yes, exactly!” Marcello nodded.
    “Well, it would be good for going clubbing, but don’t you think it’s a bit daring for dinner?” Felicia asked.
    “Nonsense!” Marcello responded. “You are a beautiful woman. It is a beautiful dress. You will enhance each other.”
    “Oh!” Felicia sat up suddenly.
    “What is it, my dear?”
    “My hair!” Felicia wailed, running her fingers through it. “I’ve been out in the sun all afternoon and it’s a mess! Oh, Marcello, I have to go to the salon! I just have to!”

Chapter Two
    The nightclub was crowded, loud and bubbling with excitement. Most of the crowd was composed of young men and women, either sitting close together over drinks at the tiny round tables, twined together on the dance floor, or twined even more closely together in the darkness of the draped booths along the walls. Felicia was in one of the booths with Marcello, but they were not entwined. Marcello certainly wanted to be, but Felicia wanted to dance.
    “Please, darling,” she coaxed as Marcello ran a hand slowly up her thigh. “I spent simply hours at the salon to look beautiful for you tonight. Don’t you want to show me off?”
    Marcello nibbled at her ear, which was awkward because of the big gold hoop earrings she was wearing. “I think it is you who wants to show you off,” he purred. “But I thought I had made it very clear to you that I truly appreciate how much time you spent making yourself even more beautiful for tonight. Can you not tell how ravishing I find you?” He took Felicia’s slim-fingered hand in his and guided it to his crotch. “Can you not tell?” he asked again, his breath warm and moist on her neck. Felicia shivered at the sensation. She left her hand in his lap after he let go of it and stroked the bulge in his expensive Italian slacks gently.
    “But, darling,” she said softly, “you’re a little bit drunk. You had a little too much to drink at dinner. And you had more to drink here. If you come and dance with me, it will give you the time and exercise you need to work off all that alcohol, so that when you take me to bed you’ll be able to appreciate it all the more.” She squeezed the bulge gently and went on in a low, purring voice. “I can promise that it will be memorable.” She thought that she sounded a bit corny, but Marcello seemed to like it when she spoke to him like that. The plain fact was that if they left now, her lover stood an excellent chance of falling asleep on the ride to the beachfront villa. The driver could help her get him inside, but even if she could waken him once they were there the mood she had been carefully cultivating all evening would be gone beyond recall. It had happened once before, leaving her incredibly frustrated. Whether Marcello knew it or not, when he did something as crude as moving her hand to his crotch it excited her immensely. He was usually so smooth and urbane and sophisticated she was sure that when he did things like that it was because he found her so very, very desirable that he just couldn’t help himself. But perhaps tonight she had gone a little too far in making herself beautiful, succeeding so well that all Marcello wanted to do was fuck her. She was looking forward to that part of the evening, of