“I promise I’ll stop,” he whispered. “I know what you’re saying. It’s so embarrassing. Never again.”
“See that you don’t. If it does happen again, I’m going to tell Mrs. Wolski. She has a vested interest in the store.”
“She told you that?”
“Oh, yes, and much more. I know all about you, Master Harold.” Heather uncrossed her legs and sat up perfectly straight. With a distinctly maternal expression on her face, she presented herself and her breasts to him as badges of her authority over him, which he silently accepted. His baleful look assured her she had crossed the Rubicon. She ignored his silent plea and pressed on. “From this moment on, Harold Johnson, I am in charge of everything that happens in this store. I will ask your advice, but my decisions are final and you will do as I tell y
