FLOG ME, SIR - BONDS OF WORSHIP 2
Chapter One
Lissa
I didn’t usually work much past three, but with the Laurents hosting a huge dinner party and Mrs. Hummel, their housekeeper, needing extra hands, I offered to help. Add in our employers paid double overtime, and I had jumped at the chance to slip between the rich and famous like a wraith, unseen and unimportant, silently gathering fodder for my muse while handing out hors d’oeuvres and drinks.
The scent of champagne and booze wafting off the glasses I offered to the guests, however, turned my stomach. I kept my pasted smile in place, focusing on the extra dollars I could hoard away rather than the memories fighting to cower me in my new black shoes. I’d fought PTSD for years from a childhood fraught with alcohol, a***e, and an absolut
