Tony pecked her lips with a calm smile. "Why are you panicking? Didn't you lock the door?" he asked fixing her hair.
"But…" Marcella gulped looking at the door.
"Get up and fix yourself, Birdie," he slapped her butt.
Rubbing her stinging backside, Marcella stood up. She quickly pulled out her mirror and fixed herself. Tony walked to the door running his fingers through his hair and fixing his shirt.
"Is it lunchtime already?" he asked opening the door. He was so casual. He did not sound nervous at all. Marcella would have thought he didn't care about it if he wasn't careful in covering her from whoever was outside.
"You all can go have lunch. I'll take my wife to a fancy place uptown," Tony said.
There was a loud cheering sound outside and Stella asked Tony to bring them all to that fancy place.
"No!" Tony said plainly and closed the door.
The sound outside died down.
