“I got you.” I come up behind her as she glances at me over her shoulder. I don’t inform her of the fact that I can see her thick peach-shaped ass because the back of her dress has ridden up. I was right. Her ass is damn fine. I slide my hands to her hips and lift her away from the closet. What she lacks in décor and furniture she makes up for in clothes in shoes. I don’t know how she finds a damn thing in it.
“Thanks.” The feisty witch jerks free and spins around to face me. Her lips tip into a smile. “Can I ask for another favor?”
“Name it.”
“Will you get that black box off the shelf for me?”
“What will I get in return?”
“What do you want?”
“I’ll let you know when I’m ready to collect.” I grin and grab the box for her.