Delores pursed her lips. “I might feed you, if you earned it.”
Remembering his last exchange with the older woman, he twitched in his pants. “What services would you require?”
“Oh, hot and dirty work.” Her eyes shone with a smile she prevented from reaching her lips.
“I'm afraid I have no work clothes.”
“Well, then you shall simply have to shed what you wear.” She turned her back, paced down the hall and snapped her fingers.
Harrold dashed to her side. Veronica wouldn't miss him.
