Betrayed Chapter 3

"You won't have to date if you are with me," I countered, suddenly feeling insecure.

"Baby, I don't have to date now," she retorted. "That is the 'man' in you talking. I could have accepted the offer of any one of a hundred Sugar Daddies who all wanted me as their 'kept woman'. Every one of them was as insecure of me as you apparently still are. I will help you get over that. Right now, you have to trust that this – you – are what I want."

Dinner was exquisite, although I didn't eat much of it. Forget pills, points, carb-counting and even gastric by-pass. If you really want to lose weight, try strict corseting. I couldn't hold a tenth of what I normally eat before I felt sated. The company was sublime, of course. All my attention was on the ravishing brunette before me, not my plate. All I could think of was that spectacular body in the firm embrace of the even more spectacular corset. She was so lush, ripe, nubile, and wanted only me. Beneath my now-ill-fitting suit, I had been transformed into something equally lush, ripe, and nubile for her and her alone. Every touch, gesture, longing gaze punctuated those simple truths.

The look of sheer bliss on Dianna's face as she slipped her arms into the comforting embrace of her fur coat was a genuine 'Kodak moment'. I bundled the coat around her, hooked the two inner hook closures, then cinched the belt. I had not seen such a look of sheer contentment and utter love in a good, long time. She slipped her arm through mine.

"Ready?" I asked.

"More than words can ever express," she replied. "I need you now!"

We were standing at the valet station, waiting for the valet to bring the car around. Just then, a brand-new Corvette Z06 pulled up in front of us. One valet hurried around the front end to stand by the door as it popped open. The driver exited the coupe and stood to his full height, dwarfing both Dianna and myself. When he turned, neither of us had any doubt of his identity. It was Jeff Spencer. The valet captain opened the passenger door and held his hand out to help the occupant to her feet. Of course, it was Susan.