The Proposal
He watched her descend the stairs. His breath caught as he gazed at her alluring figure, the arresting quality about her. She wore a red, flaming dress that reached beyond her ankles, hiding her feet and sweeping the stairs. On his part, Tony wore a tux and he thought he looked rather dandy. But he was of course nothing compared to her. He reached out his hand and pulled her to himself. He felt her breath caught and her body shudder involuntarily. It took all of his willpower not to carry her back up, into her room and make holy love to her. That would come, soon, just a little patience, he told himself. Tony hadn't quite met a woman as beautiful and as alluring as Cynthia. He felt he was taking this one home to mama. He was almost sure of it. He casually glanced at her sitting still beside him in the BMW. He felt some pride at his having her with him. She had chosen him, it swelled his pride. He wasn't aware that he was now grinning from ear to ear. In another couple...