“Well, why the fuck don’t you just pay to stay where you are?” Samuel’s voice was angry and Elizabeth thought for a moment she also detected a hint of fear and insecurity, and it thrilled her a bit. She knew he took control of her for both her pleasure and his own, though it had taken a while for her to understand she delighted in it even as it humiliated her and made her feel small.
“Because the lease is expiring and she already let it to someone else, Samuel. I was supposed to be going home.” The Dickens’ collection at the university library had yielded astounding discoveries, and the administrators had begged her to remain at least three more months. They paid handsomely, and without the obligation to teach or lecture, she was in essence being paid more to do less. Of course, she had to find another flat, but Meg had already helped with that.
Samuel still sulked, and Elizabeth enjoyed the powerful feeling it gave her. “Come on, Sugah,” she said, slipping into the drawl she knew he loved and hated, “Come over her and let me make everything bettah.” He rolled his eyes, so she crossed her legs suggestively and licked her lips. “C'mon. Y’all got me hotter than Satan’s housecat. Get over here and I’ll jar your preserves.”
The last one got him and he chuckled. “Fine, but I don’t have to like all this. Why the hell won’t she just let you stay here and make the new tenant find another place?”
“Because the lease is expiring and she already let it to someone else, Samuel. I was supposed to be going home.” The Dickens’ collection at the university library had yielded astounding discoveries, and the administrators had begged her to remain at least three more months. They paid handsomely, and without the obligation to teach or lecture, she was in essence being paid more to do less. Of course, she had to find another flat, but Meg had already helped with that.
Samuel still sulked, and Elizabeth enjoyed the powerful feeling it gave her. “Come on, Sugah,” she said, slipping into the drawl she knew he loved and hated, “Come over her and let me make everything bettah.” He rolled his eyes, so she crossed her legs suggestively and licked her lips. “C'mon. Y’all got me hotter than Satan’s housecat. Get over here and I’ll jar your preserves.”
The last one got him and he chuckled. “Fine, but I don’t have to like all this. Why the hell won’t she just let you stay here and make the new tenant find another place?”
