“Don’t push your luck. One hour.” She held out her hand and he dropped the nugget into her outstretched palm. She looked it over, hefted it and knew it was rich, knew it was more than she made in months. “Plus, you have to get a bath and do something, anything about that rotting mouth.”
He clamped his lips over his scum-covered teeth and looked on at the beauty standing before him. She gave him a little show, cocking a leg provocatively high on the edge of the bed. She watched him turn to jelly as she languidly climbed onto her bed and reclined in the middle of it. The Princess rarely wore clothes and now she lay, outstretched, her long hair, like Lady Godiva’s, strategically placed so that it covered her more intimate parts. The show was over for now.
“Deal.” He spit in his hand and held it out for the Princess to shake, to seal the bargain.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” She waved him off dismissively. “Go, go away, before I change my mind. Scrub, scrub like your life depended on it. Hire as many Chinese girls as you can. Get yourself as clean as possible and come back at five.” Allingham