Bridget put the tea on to brew as she waited.  She was dressed for work, which meant that she was in a short leather skirt and a tight leather corset that left little to the imagination.  Her breasts threatened to spill over the top, but they never would.  Not unless she intended for them to.  Her deep red hair was loose and trailed over one shoulder in an effort to keep the richly dyed mass out of the way without having to resort to a hair tie.  She knew that Cyril preferred for her to have her hair loose, and she saw no reason to change her appearance simply because he was going to be showing up with his wife in tow.<br/><br/>The shock of the phone call from Marissa Parker had long faded, but the unease still remained.  Usually her clients were careful.  Her business arrangements with the men who desired what she had to offer were usually kept in strictest confidence, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Cyril had wanted to get caught.  Perhaps not consciously, but somewhere deep down.  It was an answer she would have an answer to.  He was one of the few clients who she felt she had completely under control; of course they had been seeing each other for longer than most of the others as well.<br/><br/>She left the simple green kettle to warm as she walked around the house one more time, her bright green eyes taking in every detail as she made sure that nothing was out of place.  The upstairs wasn’t nearly as neat as it was downstairs, but that was alright.  Clients were never allowed up into her private rooms.  The upstairs was her getaway, and it was completely different from the rest of the house.  In the end, however, it was the basement that they were truly interested in.<br/><br/>The heels of her boots clicked on the hard wood floors as she finished her circuit just in time to hear a car pull into the driveway.  The teapot chose that moment to shriek and she carefully removed it and filled the more ornate teapot set on the kitchen table.  They could wait for a moment if they came straight to the door.  If they didn’t she refused to pressure them by standing at the front door waiting.<br/>