“See what money can buy?” Sable mused. “The best s*x in the world. And you’re the only person I’d pay to have s*x with, Catherine. Sometimes I think you should have been born a man!”
“What a regression that would be!” she laughed.
Recovering her breath and some of her composure, Sable assumed a slightly formal air and spoke accordingly. “Thank you again, Mrs. Roman.”
They hung up.
Sable peeled her latex gloves off and put them in the litterbag hanging from the door handle. She pushed her panties the rest of the way down. Pulling her ankles free, she stuffed her panties into her pocketbook. She kept the hem of her dress high on her thighs because she felt damp: more self-indulgent sloppiness for Maxfield to clean up. Opening the door, she summoned him: “To the bank, Maxfield!”
He did h
