Thanks a Million (2 page)
“I know who he is. He’s Fallon’s husband.” She glided over to him and offered her hand. “So nice to finally meet you, Mr. Allen. I just love your wife.”
“Call me Dana, please.”
“Michelle, I wanted you to meet Dana because he’s under consideration for casino manager at the Tahoe project.”
Batting long eyelashes, she opened her eyes wide, cocked her head ten degrees as if scrutinizing him. Dipping her chin, she smiled. “Is he now?”
Stu turned to him. “I wanted you to meet Michelle because she’ll be working very closely with whoever becomes the casino manager.”
“Oh, I do hope you’re chosen. I can hardly wait to work with you. Well, I’d better get back to my interviewee. We’re about to sign the contract. It’s been a pleasure, Mr…Dana.” She shook his hand, turned on her heels and glided through the doorway, from which she’d entered.
Stu and he took their seats as Michelle exited. “That’s quite a lady.”
“Yes she is. Have you been thinking about my offer?”
“I have. It’s very tempting, especially if, as you say, she’s in favor of it, but she is my wife and I have to respectfully decline.”
Placing his palms on his desk, he rose. “How about a drink?” “I’m going to have one. What’ll you have?”
Dana noticed his brows rising. “Cutty on the rocks, sir.”
He smiled. “Good for you. A real man’s drink.” He poured the yellow-amber liquid over a half dozen ice cubes and handed it to him.
As Dana took a sip, Stuart, blurted, “There is another matter.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
Stuart swirled his drink around his glass twice and swallowed the liquid. “You have a gambling problem.”
Dana’s heart jumped. “That was before I met Fallon, almost a year ago.”
“Nevertheless, you still owe Dominic Cangelo a substantial sum.” Stuart reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a folder. He opened the folder and handed him one slip of paper then followed with another. The first was his IOU for a hundred eighty-seven thousand dollars. The second was a thirty-day option to Stewart Wynne to buy the IOU for one hundred forty-five thousand dollars.
As Dana asked, “What’s your point?”
Stuart raise his index finger as if indicating wait a moment, then rose and went to the door. He didn’t say anything, but appeared to wave to someone.
Chills raced down Dana’s spine and and all the breath went out his lungs when he saw who came through the door. It was Luca Bartolo, the mob behemoth who’d visited him on two occasions.
Standing within five feet of him, Stuart started to introduce them, “Dana, This is—“
Dana stood. His throat constricted, but he managed to squeak out, “I know who he is. What’s this all about?”
Stuart picked up one of the papers Dana had just read. “I’m sure you saw I have an option to buy your debt. That option expires at twelve tonight. Luca, tell Mr. Allen what you’re to do if I don’t exercise my option.”
In a deep, bass voice that was as big as he was and with a malevolent smile on his lips, he answered, “Break his kneecaps.”
“Thank you Luca. Step back outside and I’ll let you know in a few minutes whether I’ll buy his debt.”
The big man cast Dana a mean stare before he turned and ambled toward the door. Once again, chills went down his spine.
When the man had left, Stuart went back behind his desk and added some ice and scotch to his empty glass. Dana nodded when he offered to fill Dana’s glass, too.
Dana saying nothing, waited for Stuart to speak.
Stuart handed the envelope with the check for twenty-five grand back to Dana. He opened the envelope and pulled the check out. He read the line that read, the sum of twenty-five thousand dollars. The printing blurred. He shook his head and focused his eyes. It was there all right. His gaze went to the line above, Pay to the order of Dana Allen.
“The check is made out to you. Fallon need never know.”
“We already talked about this. What do you want?”
“I’m prepared to make you a different proposition.” He reached in his desk and pulled out two folders. Obviously, if you agree to both of these contracts I will take care of your gambling problem. If not, you’re on your own.”
Stuart handed him a contract from folder one.
Dana expected it to be for the casino manager at Tahoe but it wasn’t. It was a contract for… “What the fuck is this?”
Fallon is to bear
Stuart’s
baby?
“Before you get upset read the whole thing.”
He glanced back at the simple contract. “The parties of the first part, etc, etc, etc ,etc, etcetera… Upon delivery of a healthy newborn baby with total and irrevocable parental rights, the party of the second part (the natural father) will deliver to the parties of the first part (including the natural mother), the sum of One Million tax-free Dollars.
Once over his shock, he kept reading it repeatedly, but that’s what it read. Stu would pay One Million Dollars, for Fallon to have his baby.
$1,000,000.00
“Ah this is a rather shocking proposal. Can I have a little time to think about this?”
“Of course. I have a quick meeting to attend, so while you’re considering that here’s another contract for you to consider. You understand my option ends tonight.” Stuart rose, smiled and left the room without a further word.
He downed his drink, poured a refill from the bottle Stuart had left on his desk, opened and perused the second contract. As expected, it was a one-year contract for casino manager at seventy-five grand a month. He couldn’t stop the dollar signs and zeros from floating through his mind, five grand already in his pocket, twenty-five grand, pending acceptance, this appointment worth nine hundred thousand, wiping out a hundred and eighty-seven thousand dollar gambling debt and then for the grand finale, a tax-free million dollars for a baby. He just knew the baby was the deal breaker. They were separate contracts, but it was a package deal.
He poured a second refill and walked over to the window wall behind Stuart’s desk. It was dark now and the lights of the strip shone brightly. He was close enough to see the Excalibur, the New York New York, the MGM Grand and the Monte Carlo from where he stood.
What if Fallon didn’t want to have his baby? Two million would go up in smoke and he’d be back to dealing for eighty grand—maybe with two surgically repaired knees. Past the Monte Carlo he saw the Paris, Bally’s and the Bellagio.
Did she even have to know? If we had a ménage when she was ovulating and Stu’s condom leaked. He slapped his forehead with his palm.
Fuck! She takes birth control pills.
He went back to his seat and poured another refill. His mind had gone from resistance to acceptance and then for self preservation, the necessity of selling his wife to his boss. There has to be a way. Exchange her pills for lookalike placebos. He chuckled. He wondered if fertility pills look the same. All right, assuming Stu and he work that out, once may not be enough. He should fuck her every chance he can while she’s ovulating and they would be in Tahoe. I’m sure Stu wouldn’t mind coming up there would he? And isn’t Fallon going to wonder why he let it go on. Maybe she’d do it on her own. No, she wouldn’t. It’s going to have to be the three of them.
He stood and refilled his glass with ice from the icemaker, then Cutty Sark. He sat down and reread the baby contract. When he got to the last page he stared and the payment figure.
$1,000,000.00
Yes, Lotteries and Powerball were more, but this was attainable. This was something he could bring about. He and Fallon would never have to worry about money again. All for letting Stuart fuck Fallon. After all he went with her for two years. It’s not like they hadn’t fucked. Stu probably fucked her more than he had.
He was mesmerized by the number. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. One million dollars and don’t forget the seventy-five thou a month. Never have to worry again. Never again. Never aga…
A hand shook his shoulder. “Dana, wake up.” He opened his eyes and saw Stu smiling.
He laughed. “Looks like the contracts put you to sleep. Have you made a decision?”
“I have some questions.”
Stuart went around the desk and sat. “Go ahead.”
Dana scratched his head. “Can I accept the CM appointment without the other contract?”
He snickered. “What do you think?”
Dana winced. “No?”
Stuart leaned back in his chair and nodded.
“Okay, if the baby problem could be worked out, how soon would I start in Tahoe?”
He cathedraled his fingers. “Next week. They need you bad. I suggest you work closely with Michelle. She’ll get you on the right track.”
Dana pictured her and smiled. “What if I accept the CM contract but Fallon won’t go for this.” He pointed at the baby contract. “Can we make a contract just between us? We could do some more ménages and make it look like an accident.”
He sat up. “Afraid not. She’s the mother. She has to sign the baby over.”
“Okay, same question. What’s the answer?”
A toothy sardonic smile formed on Stuart’s handsome facade. “I’ll tell you what. You sign both contracts and leave it up to me to get Fallon’s agreement. If I don’t get it, you’re still CM.”
Dana felt a measure of relief and took a breath. “And the IOU?”
He nodded. “And the IOU.”
“Good. Last question. “How will we go about this?”
Another smile. “Obviously, I’ll need access to Fallon’s womb. We’ll work out the details later. Here’s a pen.”
Dana took the pen and scribbled his signature on both contracts. Stuart picked up the contracts and went to his copy machine. Handing his copies to Dana, he said, I’m looking forward to starting tonight.”
Dana frowned, “Tonight?”
In a friendly manner Stuart set rested his hand on Dana’s shoulder. “I think you and I are going to get along famously. Let’s go make love to your beautiful wife, then tomorrow you need to make plans to get up to Reno. We’re going to be opening in eighty days and there’s a ton of work to do. Drink up. If I’m not mistaken Fallon will be in a celebratory mood when we join her.”
He took a sip. “Fallon is up here?” The liquid burned his throat as he downed it.
Stuart nodded.
Dana stuck his hands out, palms up. “What do I do?”
“We go in the room where Fallon is. I will continue on to the bedroom and you will tell your wife what you want. She already wants it, so she won’t fight it. The three of us will have a wonderful time and you will have started your journey to becoming a millionaire.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Wait here while I buy your IOU from the gruesome Mr. Bartolo.”
Chapter Two - Ménage
Was this a dream? One minute she was a bored housewife and part time model and with her signature, she became the new executive director of ‘Chez Vegas’
at thirty-five thousand dollars a month
.
Michelle came back with a photocopy of her contract and a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. She held the bottle up as she handed the copies to her. “Champagne?”
She folded the thirteen-page contract, shoved it into her purse, and smiled at Michelle. “Please.”
Fallon finished her flute of the fabulous bubbly and asked for another. Michelle was pouring her a second glass when her BlackBerry rang. After filling Fallon’s glass, she pulled her phone out of her purse. She listened for a dozen seconds then said, “Yes.” and hung up. “Stuart and your gorgeous husband will join you soon. I have to get down to the party.”
Fallon’s large eyes grew larger. “Dana’s up here?”
Michelle picked up her purse. “Ah-huh. Marty Bennett brought him up.”
Fallon held up a hand. “Why don’t you wait? Dana and I will accompany you to the party.”
She flashed her bright wide smile and shook her head. “Because, you, lucky devil, and Dana are staying here. I’m so jealous. You are about to have your own party.”
Her mouth opened as Michelle bent down, kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, “Tell me how it goes.”
Fallon suddenly felt hot and guzzled the rest of her champagne.
Did Stuart pull it off? Did he convince Dana to allow him to join us in our bed?
Her hand shook as she poured the remaining ounce or so in her flute and swallowed it. She’d barely finished when she heard Stuart say, “Here’s your lovely wife.” She turned and beheld Stuart and Dana, with Stuart’s arm draped around Dana’s shoulder, strolling toward her.
Her stomach clenched and the flame in her core returned at the realization that she was about to have sex with her handsome husband and the suave billionaire who’d been her
greatest
lover. Her libido had grown from the first mention of a threesome, and now they stood before her.
Stuart edged up to her, pressing his sizable hardness into her abdomen. She wanted to take it, to stroke it, to suck it, to feel its texture and ridges in her mouth.
Her breathing increased from the awareness of what was about to transpire. As Stuart drew nearer, she noticed a pleasant, tangy citrus aroma. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Dana has something to say to you.” His nostrils flared. “You have
no
idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” He kissed her cheek and walked into his master suite.
A vision of sexy images ran through her mind and added to the relentless heat building between her legs. The walls of her pussy began to perspire sweet crème in anticipation of multiple invasions. Thank God, Dana was there to catch her, since she’d become faint with excitement. Even though the reality of it scared her, a
ménage a trois
was something she dreamed about. She wouldn’t fight it. She would glory in it.