“Get lost,” Andrew says, his voice low and flat.
“No, wait,” Andrea shouts.
The butler turns around asks, “Are you willing to bet yourself?”
Andrew pinches her waist, but she pulls his hand away. The butler smiles at her, openly looking at her breasts and waist in the tight black dress. She crosses her arms across her chest and looks down at the short butler.
“Tell your master he’s got a good eye,” Andrea says. “And tell him he could get two for the price of one, if he likes.”
The butler stares at her in confusion and she loosens her shawl and slowly rubs her hand across her swelling stomach. The butler’s eyes bulge. He stammers an apology and runs away. Andrea watches him go and then turns to Andrew.
“That’s how a normal man reacts when he finds out a woman is pregnant,” she says.
