It wasn't that I didn't love my husband; quite the contrary. Steven was the most wonderful man in the world. He was sweet, gentle, and the most loving man I had ever met. Unfortunately, when it came to sex….well, let's just say it was a little too vanilla for me. There was no challenge, nothing new and exciting to keep things revved up in the bedroom.
I glanced across the yard and pinpointed my sights on my friend Jenny. Sometimes I think that Jenny and Steven should have walked down the aisle together, they had so much in common. Both liked their lives completely planned out, and neither liked dirt under their nails. Jenny had mentioned to me more than once that Dante was a bit too much for her in the bedroom. The look of horror that spread across Jenny's face the day after Dante attempted a little anal penetration….she was crying and I was praying for Dante to lay it on me. Yes, we definitely had a mix-up at the alterI caught myself looking at Dante and memorizing his physique. He was a beautiful Italian man, dark black hair that was perfectly slicked back. He always had on a classy looking outfit, even if it was only chinos and a dress shirt. One small diamond stud in his left ear sparkled in the darkness, and very few knew of the Celtic tattoo that covered his upper right shoulder. I was blessed with the knowledge since we had a huge in-ground swimming pool; some of the best evenings I spent watching him use the high dive. I'd watch as his perfect body resurfaced from the water, showing glistening water on his washboard abs. Jenny was a lucky woman.
My hand automatically rested on my chest as I attempted to control the beating of my heart. It took me more than a second to realize that I was staring….and had been caught. Snapping out of the trance I tried to look around and pretend that I was just crowd surfing. It was too late; he smiled at me and started walking my way. Looks like you have a pretty good turn out." He smiled at me, one hand in the pocket in his dress pants, the other clutching a crystal glass with ice and vodka. I watched as he sipped and then shook the ice to make it tinkle in the glass. "And I must say, you look ravishing in that dress. Brings out the color of your eyes, Shelby." He looked back towards his wife and noticed that she was involved in an in depth discussion with Dr.Billingsworth, which meant she would be occupied all night. He had no need or interest to discuss the pros and cons of stem cell research. He found talking to this beautiful woman must more challenging, and doing more than talking with her would be even better.
"Really, Dante?" I said and closed my eyes, throwing back my neck. "And what color are my eyes?"
Dante chuckled and admitted, "Okay, you got me. So it isn't your eyes the dress shows off."
My eyes snapped open, surprised at his bluntness. We'd flirted a bit, maybe hugged a little too long….but never made comments this obvious.
"Well," I said, "I'm glad that you approve." I looked down at my plump breasts that popped out of my plunging neckline. To think that there was only a tiny string holding it up behind my neck.
"Mmmmmm….yes, I do. Very nice choice." He smiled at me again and motioned to one of the servers to refill our drinks.
The tone of his voice melted me, and I could instantly tell that my panties were beginning to get wet. I slowly slid my hand down my chest to my stomach, before realizing what I was doing and snatched my hand away.
Dante laughed again, but held eye contact. Thankfully we were interrupted by the server, bringing us two fresh drinks.
"And why is Steven not at your side tonight? I don't think I would want you alone, around all of these rich men. Who knows, with all the power at this party….someone might make you an offer you couldn't refuse."
I took a sip of my champagne and let the bubbly float to my head. I felt a little more forward then I did ten minutes ago, so I drank more.
"Well, you never know. I take all propositions very seriously. I wouldn't want to miss out on a perfectly good opportunity to better any situation." What was I saying? Was I asking him to take me to bed…hinting at it? Jesus, if Steven knew he'd have a heart attack on the spot. Sex wasn't something that was supposed to be hinted at or discussed, according to Mr. Boring.
I slowly licked my lips, running my fingers seductively around the rim of my champagne glass. I dipped my finger into the glass and raised it to my lips, licking and sucking on my finger.
I heard a slight growl escape from Dante's lips and a low chuckle.
"Shelby, didn't you just have a guest bedroom redone? You know, Jenny and I were thinking of redoing a few rooms in our home as well and I wouldn't mind taking a look….maybe getting a little advice on what might look good. It might give me some ideas of what to do with the rooms, but only if you'd like." Dante looked away from her, still smiling.
