Thanks a Million (4 page)
As they drove home the next morning, she laid a hand on Dana’s thigh. “Thank you for the wonderful Christmas present.”
He shifted his eyes from the road briefly to her. “You're welcome. You had a good time, I take it?”
“Did I! You two made me feel like the center of the universe. How about you? Did it bother you that I had sex with Stuart?”
Dana fidgeted in the driver’s seat. “Truthfully, not as much as I expected. Everything was so sexy I got wrapped up in it, even when Stu fucked you and you sucked his cock.”
She was pleased. “Are we ever going to do that again?”
He didn’t want to give anything about their contract away. “I wouldn’t count it out. We’ll see.”
“Sweetheart. Why did you do it? What was in it for you?”
He made a left turn, pulled into their driveway and pushed the garage door remote. “Just to make you happy. I had a feeling, you’d like it.”
“Well, you were right. I felt like a goddess.” As the garage door rose, she grabbed her handbag and saw her contract half buried. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.”
“What.”
She opened the car door. “In all the excitement, it slipped my mind. Michelle Bosco, the girl I spoke with just outside the party. She runs the ‘Chez Vegas’ show and guess what?”
Dana shrugged.
“She’s going to run the P.R. and the ‘Chez Tahoe’, show at the new hotel and she offered the directorship for the ‘Chez Vegas,’ to me.” She pulled out her contract and showed it to Dana. “And I accepted it.”
* * * *
Dana was speechless. Oh, yes he was pleased. She would add to their combined income, but with Mr. W. giving him the casino manager job in Tahoe, Fallon wouldn’t be able to move up there with him. “When do you start?”
“Michelle says she’ll be leaving next week so she wants me there today to go over everything.”
He knew he should tell Fallon about his promotion in Tahoe and the ramifications of their two new appointments, but he put it off until later. Right then, he had to get ready for work.
Dana walked stiffly into the big man’s office. “Hello Mr. Wynne, I’m so glad you could see me.”
Stu rose and offered his hand. “Dana, Dana. What happened to Stu? Did you forget? We are brothers in a way. We have shared giving and receiving pleasure from a most exquisite woman—your wife.”
Dana’s lips formed a toothless smile as he shook Stu’s outstretched hand. “I’m sorry, Stu.”
“That’s better. Actually, I’m glad you asked to see me because I wanted to see you anyway.” He gestured toward a chair. “Have a seat. Cutty on the rocks, wasn’t it?”
He took a seat in front of the big desk in his huge office. “Yes, sir. You have a good memory.”
He nodded and flashed an effusive smile. “Yes, I try, especially with my friends. Here you are.” He handed the scotch on the rocks to Dana. “Now what can I do for you?”
He sipped his drink and leaned forward. “Fallon informed me this morning that Michelle hired her, to run the Chez Vegas show.”
Stu’s expression remained neutral. “Yes?”
Dana’s eyes narrowed. “Did you know about this?”
Stuart frowned and then nodded. “Of course, Michelle wouldn’t hire anyone without my approval. Why?”
Dana was incredulous. “Because Fallon won’t be able to come to Tahoe with me.”
He squeezed his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Hmm. Well, I could always send Marty Bennett up there instead of you.”
That wasn’t what Dana wanted. “No, no. I’ll go there. I was hoping, somebody else could take Michelle’s place.”
“Have you asked her?”
“No.”
Stu laughed. “Well don’t worry about it. We have an agreement. Once I get Fallon to agree, we’ll be coming up there or you’ll be coming down here.
* * * *
While she was with Michelle, going over procedures for the Chez Vegas production, Fallon received a call on her cell phone. “Hello?”
“Sweetheart, it’s Dana. I have something special to tell you. Could you meet me at the gourmet room at the Odyssey for dinner when you’re done?”
“Sure, I’ll give you a call when Michelle and I are finished.”
Fallon took the fact that Dana and she were going to be separated by their jobs hard—after all, they’d only been married eight months.
”The contract is for a year at seventy-five thousand a month. That’s nine hundred thousand a year—ten times what I make now. Add in what you’ll be making, and we’ll be in tall cotton.” Dana took her hand and kissed it. “Besides, if you feel up to it, you could fly up on weekends and once the new hotel is open, I’ll be free to do the same.”
Realizing they would no longer have to scrimp along on Dana’s meager dealing income, she resolved to make the best of it. “I guess you’re right. Perhaps Stuart would let me take his company jet up there when it’s not in use.”
* * * *
Four days after Dana left for Tahoe, Fallon received a call from Stuart’s secretary. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Mrs. Allen?”
“Yes.”
“This is Yvonne, Mr. Wynn’s secretary. Mr. Wynn would like to see you as soon as you can?”
Good,
she thought.
I want to see him anyway.
“I’ll be up in thirty minutes.”
When she arrived at Stuart’s thirtieth floor offices, his secretary ushered her in to see him. Stewart rose and greeted Fallon with a kiss on the cheek. Remembering that Stuart had his generous sized cock buried in her pussy and mouth the previous Friday night, Fallon flushed.
“Good morning, Fallon. Please have a seat?”
Fallon lowered herself into one of the two arm chairs facing Stuart’s desk and lifted one shapely leg on top of the other.
“Thank you for coming. My you look ravishing this afternoon. Then again you always look splendid.”
Always appreciative of compliments, Fallon smiled and nodded her thanks.
Stuart reached in his desk and pulled out what appeared to be a fairly large, padded, satin covered jewelry case. Having received the majority of her expensive jewelry during the two years she’d gone with Stuart, shortly before meeting and marrying Dana, she had an idea what was in the case. He rose walked around his large desk, and handed the case to her. “Here’s a token of my appreciation for Friday night. That was my best sexual experience ever and I’ve had plenty.” As Fallon looked up into his handsome face, she felt the heat of her blush spread across her face and down her shoulders. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Go on open it.”
She looked down at the case which set heavily in her lap. Slowly she lifted the lid and gasped when her gaze landed upon the dazzling beauty of what had to be at least a hundred thousand dollar, diamond and opal necklace.
“I remember you always liked diamonds and opals.”
“Oh, Stewart, it’s…the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen.”
His face lit up like a carnival.
“But I couldn’t accept this.”
The carnival lights went out and he frowned. “Oh, but I insist. I want you to have something to remind you of that glorious night.”
She felt her lips curl into a warm smile. “Don’t worry, I think of what the three of us did at least ten times a day.”
His smile turned feral. “It doesn’t have to end, you know.”
“Oh, do you know something I don’t?”
He reached down and picked the necklace out of the case. “I’ll explain in a minute. In the meantime, let me put the necklace on you.” He worked around her chair until he was behind her. Resting the necklace just below her neck, he fastened the clasp. “Stand up and turn around so I can see.”
She stood and turned until she faced him. He smiled broadly. “Yes.” He kissed the ends of his joined fingers and flicked the fingers out. “It compliments your beauty to a tee. Come look in the mirror.” He grasped her hand and led her to mirror behind the bar where she looked at herself. Fortunately, she’d worn a black low cut pullover blouse that day, so the necklace rested on her bare chest. The necklace looked like something a queen would wear in a movie. “Oh, Stuart. I don’t know what to say.”
He laughed. “That’s what I hoped. That it would render you speechless.”
Turning and facing him, she kissed him hard on the lips. Pulling away she said thank you and kissed his cheek. Then she did the same and kissed his forehead. Repeating the process she stopped after twenty thank you kisses and laughed. He looked in the mirror and laughed too. His face was full of lipstick.
As she began to rub off the lipstick with a dampened bar towel he asked, “Tell me, did you have as good a time as I did?”
She took her time responding, but answered honestly, “It was everything I thought it would be, and more. Every woman should experience a ménage at least once in her lifetime.”
Stuart’s left eyebrow elevated. “Only once? Would you like to lay with Dana and me again?”
A slide show of that night played through her memory. “You know I would, as long as Dana wanted it.”
“How about many more times?”
“Personally, I would look forward to it, but ultimately it would be up to my husband.”
Stuart’s fingers and thumb cupped his strong chin and rubbed it. “Would you do anything Dana wanted?”
“Within reason. Don’t forget what we did was something I wanted, too.”
His lips formed a grin, which shifted to the right side of his face as he spoke, “I remember something else you wanted from when we went together.”
“What was that?”
Without hesitation, he blurted out, “A baby!”
Initially Fallon’s mouth fell open in surprise. Then she frowned. “What are you saying?”
“Fallon, through my own stupidity, I lost you, but I still long for something from you. I want you to have my baby.”
Her eyelids flipped open wide. She shook her head. “That’s insane. Why wouldn’t I have a baby with my own husband?”
Still looking in the mirror, he sidled up to and wrapped an arm around her. “Well for one, I want your baby. Has Dana ever talked about having children?”
“No, but that’s not fair. We’ve only been married eight months and frankly we’ve been too financially strapped to think about a new addition.” She smiled at his reflection. “But thanks to Uncle Stuart we don’t have that problem anymore.”
“That may be and I’m glad to help, but do you even know if Dana wants children?”
“No.”
“Well, why don’t you find out? In the meantime, let me lay out my rational for letting me become Daddy Stuart as well as Uncle Stuart.”
She giggled. “Careful, that sounds wickedly incestuous, but go ahead.”
He chuckled. For starters, you would be afforded the best prenatal and postnatal care that money can buy. The baby, with whom you would be granted full maternal rights, if you want them, would be raised in the lap of luxury and have access to the finest health care, in addition to the best schools and colleges. Your son or daughter, I don’t care which, would be heir or heiress to a four billion dollar empire. Should anything happen to me you would become the executor of his or her estate until he or she reaches the age of majority. And that’s just for our son or daughter.
“We—meaning Dana you and I—would be able to continue our delightful ménage a trios relationship until your sixth month of pregnancy and after you deliver a little bundle of joy to me, I will give you and Dana, tax free, a check for one million dollars.”
Fallon laughed. “I love the way your mind is always churning, thinking up new ideas.”
Stuart’s tight smile moved to the side of his face. “I’m sure it’s what got me to where I am, but the question is will you do it? I want to implant my seed in you and see it grow into a beautiful little girl or boy.”
Fallon scrunched her lips. “It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, Dana would never go for it.”
With his arm around her, Stuart eased her back toward his desk. “He already has. Let me show you.”
This shocked Fallon.
It seems I don’t know my husband as well as I thought.
He picked a folder off his desk and handed it to her. She opened it and scanned down the two page agreement. It was pretty much as Stuart had outlined, including the million dollar payment and Dana had indeed signed on the line under which his name had been typed. All that was needed to make it a valid contract would be her signature. She remembered her hallmark night and fought off the urge to sign right there. “This is not something you sign in two minutes. I want to think about this and talk with Dana. Is it alright if I let you know by next week?”
“Of course.”
“Good. In the meantime there is something I need to ask you. Can I use your plane to fly up to see Dana when you’re not using it?”
“Anytime. Just make sure it’s available.
“Is it available this weekend?”
“I’m afraid not. I have to attend a board meeting this Saturday in New York City. You wouldn’t be interested in coming with me would you? You could have my credit card and go shopping while I was in meetings.”
“Stuart, I’m a married woman!”
Stuart laughed. “Sweetheart. I enjoy your company. We would have separate rooms and I wouldn’t violate the sanctity of your marriage.”
