Chapter Twenty Three
Housekeeper
She stood by the kitchen door at six and waited.
Cindi had discovered that she could rest her rounded ass on edge of the table where she had been told to wait and take the weight from her feet. As soon as she heard footsteps in the hallway she could move to stand as required. Her hands moved over her dress and smoothed it down. There was hope of an eight today if she managed to curtsy properly.
Something she had practiced all day in those awful ballet stilettos.
The housework was no longer her preserve. Edith had made that quite clear as she had left the house with Donald. They had kissed passionately in front of the maid and Cindi had watched as the tall man fondled her wife and then pressed her against the wall with a hand questing through the high s
