"Darling!" said Alessandro, air-kissing Joey. "You can wash the car with it for all I care. You two were fabulosa. You've paid for that dress a million times with all the publicity you've created for me tonight."
"You're very generous," said Joey and pulled Alessandro toward him and kissed him full on the lips, lingering for just a second. The designer, clearly as delighted as he was shocked, backed out of the dressing room giggling, lost for words. Ooh, thought Anna, as she had visions of the three of them entwined on expensive sheets somewhere.
At the after-showparty, Anna and Joey stole the show again. Drunk on champagne and lust, they flirted with strangers and enjoyed the attention but came together to kiss whenever the photographers had their backs turned. They returned to their hotel at daybreak, a clear blue sky lighting their way through the Italian streets. Passing a newsstand, they had their driver pick up a newspaper. A picture of their kiss dominated the front page. ANNA AND JOEY: IT'S LOVE! screamed the headline. No one had noticed Anna's public orgasm or Joey's remote-control handset.
"Well, my beautiful slave," said Joey, sliding his hand down Anna's top and massaging the underside of her breast, "it looks like we got away with it again. We're unstoppable, you and I. But you know what this means?" Anna was struck by a sudden panic that for Joey, now that their relationship was public, the "game" was over. But he continued. "This means that the bar has been raised. We now have to find ever-more beautiful and extraordinary ways to enjoy each other." The look in Joey's eyes reassured Anna that he was already planning their next adventure. She rolled down the window, breathed in the cold city air, and shivered with anticipation.