"Very good," Deirdre purrs. "There's much to arrange - we'll need to move your things into what was my guest room. I'll need to visit your former employer and explain the matter of your hiring, of course..."

Footsie is no longer an appropriate word. Deirdre's toes press between Jeff's legs, and her smile at what she feels there is extremely satisfied. It's been entirely too long since she took a lover; this could be a very good perk for both of them, once Mister Jeff understands his place.

"...Arrangements must be made for your training, and unless I miss my guess you're trying very hard not to inquire about a sign-on bonus." The flat of her foot, pressing, rubbing through Jeff's pants. "Tell your mistress, have you been thinking about me attending your...cucumber festival?"