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him, for Pete's sake! The mere sound of his voice over the phone was enough to send her into a
wild fantasy where he was bending her over the kitchen table and pressing his body slowly into
hers from behind his thick cock sliding deep into her as she whimpered and begged for more.
He was gay, for Christ's sake. It was a waste of time and energy to even fantasize. He
probably had a boyfriend as handsome as he was. She sank onto her chair and began to dry her
hair with the blow dryer, closing her eyes as the hot air soothed her. It was stupid to wish for
what he couldn't possibly give her.
She finished drying off and pulled her nightgown over her head with a sigh. She had to get
this relationship straight in her head, and keep it straight. He would be nice to her because it was
necessary. He would have to pretend to like her at least a little. He had to try to convince his
family that he was a normal, red blooded, heterosexual male. She groaned and padded back into
the bathroom to brush her teeth.
The phone was ringing when she stepped back out, and she drew a reinforcing breath as
she stepped across the room to answer.  Hello."
"You're awake. I thought you might be sleeping."
His husky, deep voice made her tingle all over, and she frowned as she instantly recalled
her last dream. She shivered slightly and bit her lower lip as memory flooded her. Dear Lord!
"Not yet. Just finished drying my hair. I usually hit the sack about 10 p.m. It's only 9:45.
Her voice was a trifle breathless, and she hated herself for her inability to hide her emotions. She
couldn't let herself fall in love with another man who could not love her back.  I have another
fifteen minutes."
Tonio smiled. She was setting her limits. He leaned back against his pillow and
contemplated her standing in the middle of her little bedroom, her hair damp and loose about her
face, and her body clad in a flannel nightgown. He decided she was the flannel type. Yes,
definitely flannel. He would have to do something about that. He needed to introduce her to silk.
"I am afraid I have neglected a few important details, having been in such a hurry to get
things into place, he purred seductively.
"What details?"
"Your wardrobe. The jewelry my family will expect to see my wife wearing. Your family
background. I will need to know a few important things about you, like where you were born,
and when. He stretched against his silk sheets and thought of her small bed with its frilled spread
and the huge teddy bear he had seen lying in one corner.
He heard her draw a long breath.  I suppose, but don't go buying a lot of things you can't
return. I have a few nice things I can get by with, and I seldom wear jewelry, so don't bother."
He lifted his brows. A woman who didn't want beautiful clothes and jewelry?
"I am sure your own wardrobe will do quite well for most of your needs. However, you
will be expected to accompany me to the opera, the ballet, and to other black tie affairs at
various times. And you will learn to wear jewelry. You are rather adaptable, I believe. He
wanted her to come to him wearing nothing but a long strand of white pearls. He imagined
pressing each perfect, smooth pearl into her body with his fingers, and then following them with
his cock. He shuddered with need.
"I just don't think it's necessary to spend all that money on something that is only going to
last a couple of years. One nice dress should be enough. I can wear it more than once, you know."
He shook his head at the very thought of her being seen twice in one dress in the
company he kept. She had absolutely no concept of the expectations which were heaped upon
one in the social circle she was about to enter. And enter it she would have to, for he had certain
obligations to keep, and she would have to accompany him to many places in the evenings. And
afterward, she would be naked in his arms strike that. He couldn't go there.
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