Paul looked quickly around the reception area. There was no one except the three of them. He glanced at Ann feeling his cheeks redden. Turning back to Rona and speaking loud enough for his words to carry to the phone he asked, “Mistress Rona, may I please kiss your....kiss your feet?”
She was young enough to be his daughter. She laughed and nodded. He got to his knees and leaned over to touch his lips to her long black toes. She looked down at him, “Get used to it, cause maybe Mr. Watts gonna make you my bitch.” She handed him a box that was sitting on her desk. “He’s also gonna make you his driver. He says for you to stay away from the trucking company. John will take care of things there. You’re to be on call for when he wants you to drive your wife somewhere.” She pointed to the box. “
