Page 104 of Madam, May I

“Okay,” Denzin said, eyeing her in open interest.

“Good news. I am closing down the business,” she said, reaching to clasp his arm. “Bad news. The month-to-month lease is up in five months, but I would like to give thirty days’ notice and clear out of here.”

Denzin nodded in understanding. “Two questions,” he began, holding up two fingers. “One. Does that mean my regulars are up for grabs? Two. If I no longer work for you can I now beg you for some pussy?”

He dropped his towel and stood there naked before her with pride in his eyes.

“I wish you and your dick happy fucking with any and all of your regulars,” she said, dropping her eyes to his impressive inches. “I’ve seen your penis far too much to be impressed anymore. Plus, I’ve seen bigger. Hell, I’vehadbigger.”

With a grunt she pushed aside an image of Loren in the shower surrounded by steam with his erection hanging from his body like a third leg.

“Well, damn, boss,” he said, sounding offended as he bent to pick up his towel and wrap it back around his waist.

“How long have we worked together, Denzin?” she asked as she walked over to the elevator.

“Four or five years,” he said.

“You don’t seem surprised I’m leaving it all behind,” she said as they stepped onto the lift and closed the metal gate.

“I’ve seen it coming. You’ve changed, and I could tell especially the last few weeks with asking me to step in and then you shut it down to just weekends,” Denzin said. “I didn’t know it was coming this quick, but I knew it was coming. Oh, a brother definitely started making alternative plans so I’m good, boss.”

“Like?” she asked as the elevator slid to a stop on the top level.

Denzin opened the gate and stepped off to hold it for her. “Buying a house for sure,” he said as they walked down the short hall to her office. “Living rent-free for four or five years has its advantages. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, unlocking the door and walking inside.

The sun beaming through the window was welcoming, and she walked over to stand in its warmth.

“I have to do something with all this furniture in the house,” she said. “Do you want it?”

He frowned. “Honestly?” he asked.

“Always,” she encouraged.

“I’ll pass. I have seen way too many things go down on all of this furniture. Don’t forget I was present and working for the big orgy of 2015,” he said with a shake of his head. “No offense.”

“None taken. Why do you think I don’t want any of it.”

“Have it cleaned and donate it all to Goodwill and let someone without the history of the furniture enjoy it.”

“Right,” she said.

They shared a laugh.

“I’m thinking of starting a catering business,” Denzin added.

“You can cook?” She balked in disbelief as she kicked off the wedged heels she wore with a short-sleeved jean mini dress that showed off her solid, well-shaped legs.

“I graduated from Le Cordon Bleu in Atlanta,” he said. “See? Not friends.”

“Le Cordon Bleu? Atlanta? Oh, my God, Denzin, who are you?” she asked, laughing as she scratched her scalp.

He chuckled as well. “I’ll tell you what. Our last night with the house I will make you a huge meal—my treat—and we will say goodbye to each other with good food and good wine.”

“Awww,” Desdemona said, walking over to the desk. “I would hug you, but I know you will get hard.”

“Would I,” he agreed.