Voices roused me from my slumber, and for a minute or so, I stretched my neck out to hear as much of the conversation as I could. More work from Marcus. Fine.
I’ve always been unscrupulous as to how I’d earned my money, and as far as I was concerned, the more cash the better. But Marcus was rushing Charlie. Charlie could not be rushed. Too much and the poor boy would snap, and not realize his full potential.
Without putting on so much as a stitch of clothing, I walked into the living room baring all that which God had graced me.
“I’ll do it!” I said, taking an 8×11 envelope from Marcus.
The two men gawked at my naked form. It was always good to keep men on their toes, teetering on the edge; they were easier to manipulate that way.
“Wendy.. jesus!”
Charlie was quick to stand and cover me with his blanket. With a mischievous smile, I winked at Marcus,
“What is it.”
“A request for delivery,” Marcus said, “But this is for Charlie.”
“Charlie is no delivery boy, Marcus. He’s more important than that,”