They were going to assess her skills? Her skills? Edina cringed, the ones she supposedly had as a freaking dominatrix…
“Wow,” her sister spoke on a very aroused sigh. “That was some woman.”
“Sophie…,” Oh hell. “What am I going to do?”
“Sounds to me like you’re going to have to show off your evil powers in making people lose weight…”
“Just that, huh. Oh my god, Soph…”
“Well that and you get to submit.”
Again with the sigh. Clearly she’d missed this side of her sister’s personality. “You’re not helping.”
“Sorry, I don’t really see the problem here.”
Of course she didn’t. “That’s because it’s not your ass on the line. We were supposed to keep it on the QT here, remember.”
“And we are, Edina. I mean, we never leave the club. Dante, Rafe and Reetha bring us everything we need so we don’t show our faces out in the world and Dante verifies all of our clients are actually Peakites. That’s pretty QT if you ask me.”
“No buts sis. You have to do this or stop helping people. Which will it be?”
“Damn you.” Her sister was too smart for her own britches sometimes.
“Love you, too. Now start by going back in there,” — she jerked a thumb at the office door — “and get Mr. Ed to agree to sub for you at this thing.”
“Sophie, don’t call him that.” Edina whispered back at her from the open door way.
“Why not, he likes it. Don’t you, Niles.”
“Yeaaaaaah, I kindaaaa do.”
Edina laughed at her client’s dead on imitation of the famous talking horse and tried not to think about her upcoming review, especially the submitting part.
Have a great weekend!