She rolled to her side and looked at me. “Okay, I didn’t come here today to have s*x with you, Denise. Are things going to get weird with us?”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, exactly. Was weird now being used as a new slang term? Kinky s*x? s*x with someone significantly older than you? I didn’t know. I decided to play it square.
“No. We’re going to keep things normal. I just got carried away today. Caleb was only okay in bed and you were here and…” I cleared my throat. “I don’t want you to think I’m paying you for sex.”
“I’m not a prostitute,” she said tersely. “You’re paying me to clean your house. Not to f**k you.”
“Right,” I agreed and looked nervously at my husband’s dresser.
“Besides, you’re married and I have a boyfriend. I only sleep with women occasionally.” She smiled thinly a
