“Jason actually said that?” the dumbfounded Elise gasped.
“Yes, he did.”
“And you’ve seen him four times,” Laney chimed in, “So what does he do?”
“He flies in on business and calls, telling me to meet him. Once was at his hotel room, the other times were in the homes of his friends. He likes the private houses better, says it’s more intimate—which obviously it is.” She stopped talking, looking up nervously at both women.
“So…” Laney had to prompt her.
“So, he makes me take off my clothes and kneel for him. Then, depending on his mood, I wait on him like a serving wench. It’s kind of strange in a strange house, to be walking naked into the kitchen to make Essex a drink and find the lady of the house drinking her coffee or making dinner. The last woman told me she wanted to see me a
