She looked like a dominatrix that wandered into a church.

I sat up slowly, biting down on a wicked grin. "What the hell are you wearing?"

She placed the tray on the side table and stepped back without answering.

"You look like a whore," I said, smiling like it was a compliment. "A quiet little whore who thinks she's being classy. Halloween's not until October, darling."

Still no reaction. Just that blank little smile.

I waved her off. "Get out. I don't want to eat with you watching me."

As she turned, my phone buzzed. Sarah. Perfect timing.

I answered on speaker. "Morning, bitch."

"Morning, you lucky slut," she replied,...