up tight. The car stopped next to Matteo’s and a window slid down. The passenger side. A county official sat in that seat and he looked around before he handed Matteo a black folder.
“That everything I need to operate?” Matteo asked softly, his eyes on the folder as he placed it in his seat. He picked up a small messenger bag, the weight of it quite hefty, before he put it in his lap.
“You’ll be celebrating a grand opening in February, just as you planned, Mr. Mazza,” the older man said from his seat in the other car. The man was pale, pink around the cheeks and the nose, with broken blood vessels along the edges of his nose the only sign that the man had a drinking problem. A problem that Matteo had found out about with the help of a private investigator.
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. Nice doing business with you.” Matteo handed over the messenger bag and started the car. The window of the other car went up as Matteo drove away, but he didn’t look back long enough to see. He had what he wanted, now he could get on with the rest of his day.
He now had all the licenses and paperwork he’d need to open his casino, the ice cream parlor, and anything else he might happen to want to open, thanks to Mr. Smith’s love of bourbon and hookers.
Not that anyone would be surprised that a married man in politics took up with hookers, not really, but the damage would be done to his career if it came out. Matteo had used that information to speed things along when it looked like he was about to hit a wall with local agencies.
His smile widened as he drove down the road. He wondered if Marie would still be asleep when he made it back to the house. He wouldn’t mind giving her a little taste of her own medicine. That little tease she’d pulled off last night still had his balls aching this morning, and he knew he’d have to fuck her again before the day was over with.
It would be exquisitely sweet to slide into her, half asleep and still dreamy with warm dreams in her head. The fantasy made him hard as he drove up to the house. He stared up at the white mansion, his eyes on their bedroom window. He turned the car off and went into the house with his ears perked. The tinkle of silverware against a plate told him she was up and having breakfast.
He went down to the dining room and closed the door behind him. With a furtive movement, he locked the door and leaned against it. “Good morning, my dear.”
His smile was barely perceptible, a shadow along his lips as he stared at her. She was dressed in a white robe, her thin nightgown hidden beneath. Sunlight started to break in through the windows as she looked up at him, confused, but happy to see him.
“Good morning, Matteo.” The furtive smile that played along her lips was tinged with a moment of guilt that she breathed away. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did and went out early to get some business out of the way. Have you finished your breakfast?” He could see she had and was just reading the news on her tablet now. She turned to face him properly, intrigued.
“I have. Are you hungry? I can…” But he interrupted her.
“It’s alright. Come here, please, Marie.” His brown eyes narrowed as she obeyed, pleased that she was so eager to respond to him. “You were a busy little wife last night, weren’t you?”
“Was I?” Her voice went deeper, huskier, desire mixed with worry. Was he upset, she wondered. He knew it by the way she glanced at him and then looked down at the floor as she came up to stand in front of him.
“You were, indeed.” His fingers came out as he reached his right hand out to tug at the belt on her robe. Her dark nipples were prominent against the thin white material of her gown, tight and ready for his touch already. “I thought if you were that eager then you should have a lesson this morning.”
“A lesson, Matteo?” Her dark brown eyes, so soft and gentle, came up to meet his with a question. “What kind of lesson?”
For a moment he saw something like defiance there and that pleased him. He wanted her to be the soft, compliant woman he’d