Already she was formulating a plan to bring down Mr. Johnson. She would toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse. She would insidiously increase her control until in the end he would be fully dependent on her. Perhaps she might even marry him if things worked out. It would be lovely to have a compliant man around the house. Mr. Johnson was the obvious choice. The prospect of domesticating her boss and bringing him to heel made her shiver with delight. She had never felt more alive.
Madison sent Carter to the bathroom. When he left, she turned to Heather. “You did good, girl. I think you relished – no you loved – losing your cherry.” Heather nodded, laughing and smiling.
“Well don’t get too smug. There are conditions that you need to meet as we move ahead. First off, starting tomorro
