"I… I… I love you so much, Tom," she wept, sniffling wildly. "I felt a bond with you like I have never felt before… a… a… a trust!" She stuttered, shaking her head crazily.
"Look, I… I… even made a mistake while sending you the seventy thusand dollars. I bankrupted myself instead!" she stammered as she hustled through her bag for her phone to show him what she meant, not knowing Tony was ahead and even the master planner.
She finally pulled out her phone and showed him, and Tony feigned not to have known about it.
"But I trust you, Tom," she said as she started walking closer to him.
"Stop!" Tony said, but Natty at this point didn't care.
"I trust you… my money is your money," she said, sniffling like a lunatic, still walking closer to Tony with slow, dangerous-looking steps.
"Stop!" Tony said again, this time in a bellow, as he backed away from her.
"My body will be yours, Tom, because I love you… I want you," she kept walking closer and closer to him, ignoring his voice that kept saying stop.
Now Tony's back leaned on the door, with no other place to retreat.
Natty, in turn, now walked up to him and kept drawing close until her body pressed against him, her perfect, average-round breasts cushioned on his chest.
"Tell me I wasn't good last night," she whispered beguilingly to Tony, rubbing her body on him.
Tony, though in a tight corner, couldn't help but be surprised at how she suddenly changed from tears to this.
"Stop this, Natty," he gasped. "Just stop and get off me."
But Natty refused. She bit her lower lip. "Tell me I wasn't tasty… that I wasn't delicious," she trailed her finger on his chest.
Tony's pulse spiked, as a man he reacted to the pleasure but was more uncomfortable.
"Tell me I didn't make you cum hard… that you didn't enjoy this body," she leaned in more, pressing his head to the door. Her breasts rising against his chest.
Tony stiffened. His body reacting more, even though his mind recoiled.
"Tell me you don't want more," she whispered, licking his cheek with her tongue, her tongue moving like that of a serpent, letting her warm breath flood into his ear.
She was suffocating Tony. Tony resisted all he can, somehow he felt he was being too soft…but just in time, salvation came.
Someone, clearly trying to come out of the house, banged at the door, causing Natty to flinch violently and scamper backward.
Tony shut his eyes at that instant, relieved. In truth, that seduction was really getting to him. Under normal circumstances, Tony would have pushed Natty away, but somehow this host body was already a pervert, and the effect still lingered.
However, quickly, Tony opened the door before they could bang on it violently again, and there came Clara.
Natty sighed angrily. Her moves had been interrupted. Somehow she knew she was getting to Tony. Yes, it was a slow process because he was resisting her well enough, but she was willing to take it slow until he yielded, and now this butler-dressed lady had ruined all her chances.
As for Clara, her eyes went from Tony to Natty and back to Tony.
"Sir… Tom," she corrected quickly. "Is everything okay? I… I heard shouts…"
Tony narrowed his eyes. She was the last person he wanted out there. And… hang on…
An idea hit his head. Maybe she was exactly the person he needed. Maybe he had been going through this whole situation the wrong way.
Because, come to think of it, it was a beautiful opportunity presented on a platter. A clear chance to complete his mission of redeeming Natty, and he had been messing it up.
"Well, thank goodness I haven't completely ruined it," he muttered.
Clara, meanwhile, was still talking.
"…and Kelvin inside told me you were handling the situa…"
But just then her words were cut off as Tony grabbed her waist and pulled her unto himself, and she fell into his chest.
She gasped at the sudden movement, then slowly looked up at Tony. His eyes burned into hers with a deep desire that she couldn't place.
A heated crimson blush flooded her cheeks as she giggled nervously and looked away.
"Eeem… eeh…" she breathed huskily. "Your hand is on my waist… sir."
Natty was still trying to figure out what was happening. She just stared at the two, rage slowly bubbling in her chest.
Tony, however, didn't respond to Clara. He just kept staring at her… at her lips, to be precise.
Clara felt warmth bloom in her stomach at their closeness… a flustered swirl of shyness, excitement, fear, and yearning.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, every breath trembling, her legs weakening under the heat of his body. Natty's stare only flustered her more.
She managed to look up at Tony once more.
"Tom… eeemm… I…"
That was all Tony needed. Because before she could finish, Tony, who had been waiting for her to look up again, seized the opportunity and placed a soft, deliberate kiss on her lips.
Clara's eyes shut, open in astonishment. Her hand hung forgotten midair, but then the kiss seared into her. Her want for him merged with the pleasure, and she melted. Her eyes instinctively closing, and her arms slid around him... pressing herself against him as her mind dissolved into pure sensation.
Meanwhile, Natty's world shattered. She felt stabbed, then gutted, then as though set on fire.
Jealousy surged through her; thick and blood-red.
The sight of Tony kissing another woman in front of her twisted her jealousy into something violent, ominous, vicious, murderous, and painfully throbbing. A dark, hatred that tasted like hot iron and bile seared through her.
But the way she felt wasn't any of Tony and Clara's concern. They were lost in the kiss.
Tony, who intended for the kiss to be a short one, was sucked into it. Her lips were the softest thing he'd ever tasted. It was Lush, Pebbly, Succulent… and tasty in every way. It made every vein in his body gyrate, every nerve alive.
Her tongue worked on his with a beautiful expertise, one that made him want to kiss her forever.
Clara pressed her body on him. Her breasts, bigger than Natty's in every way, pressed against his chest. Their hearts hammered together in perfect synchronization.
But Tony had to get to the rest of his plan. Slowly, he drew away and opened his eyes. Clara's eyes were still closed, and her lips were still in a kissing position, the aftereffect still roaming through her body.
Then slowly, her eyes opened too. She was still fitted perfectly into Tony's bosom, a place that felt like home.
But….
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHHH!"
Natty's scream ripped through the air as she lunged forward like a raging maniac….
Rushing straight at clara.