“Wow! You lucked out this time Steffany, guys like Tony don’t come along everyday,” Amy says enviously.
“Come on Amy. I’ve got a lot of unpacking to do, let’s get the last of those boxes unloaded.”
“When will Tony be home?” Amy curiously asks.
“Later, and I think its about time for you to go little sis, your not being very useful anyway.”
Unboxing some dirty clothes, I head down to the washer and dryer in the basement. Starting the washer, I notice a metal door near the back of the room. Locked. Hmm. Oh, well. I’ll ask Tony about it later.
Heading upstairs and into the kitchen, I grab the mixer and whip up a batch of margaritas. Pouring myself a glass, padding down the hall and into the bedroom, I peel off my clothes and drop them onto the floor. Opening the dresser, I grab my bikini and slither into it. I exit the patio door, leading to the spa in the backyard.
Turning on the radio, I slide into the hot bubbly water, relax back and sip my margarita, letting the tension slip away. Just as I swallow the last mouthful of my drink, the kitchen door opens and Tony comes strolling out, holding the pitcher of margarita mix and an extra glass.
“Hey, want a refill?” he asks.
“Thanks.” I say as I pass him my glass.
Filling my glass almost to the brim, Tony passes it back to me, resting the pitcher on the edge of the spa. Stripping his clothes off, he neatly folds them, setting them on the table.
As he slides in next to me, he asks, “Did you get all your stuff unpacked?”
I smile at him and reply ‘Yes, I did. How was work today, Honey?”
“Fine, a little hectic, it’s nice to be home with you. Did you find everything okay?” he asks.
“Yes, honey. I did. Hey, what’s the room in the basement?”
Tony stills, looks at me and slowly replies, “That’s my playroom. Why?”
“I’m just curious, I noticed it when I started some laundry. What’s in it?”
Quietly, under his breath, he says, “Just some of my toys.”
“Toys? Like, toys when you were a little kid? Okay. But, why would you lock it? Are they collectibles?”
Tony ignores the first two questions, relaxes back, and looks at me a little strangely. Finally, he says, “No, they’re not collectibles, at least they’re not valuable to other people. Look, I think we need to talk about some rules, now that you’ve moved in. I don’t have a lot, but they are important to me. Number one. Don’t be messy. Put things where they belong, not anywhere you feel like. Number two. Stay out of my things and don’t just borrow, ask first, especially my razor. Number three. Don’t start changing my space around to suit you. Okay?”
“Yes Tony, geez, you don’t have to be so touchy about it!” I remark.
“I’m not, this is my place and I like things my way.“ he says, as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. He lowers his head, and gently sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.
I open my mouth to give him access and his tongue darts in to caress mine. He pulls back, steps out of the spa, extending his hand to assist me out.
Reaching behind me, he unties my bikini top strings, grabbing my top as it falls forward. His hands glide down past my waist to my hips. Hooking his index fingers into my bikini bottoms, he drags them down my legs. Wringing them out, he hangs them on a hook to dry.
Gripping my hand, he pulls me through the bedroom patio door, stopping in his tracks when he sees my clothes strewn across the floor.
He looks at me and says, “What is rule number one?”
