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Susan blinked. A tiny spark of irritation shot up her spine. “Nothing, ma’am. I only wanted you to know that the inmate you requested is outside.”
She glanced at her watch. “That was over an hour ago. Send her in.”
Hand poised on the door handle, Susan said, “I’ll send her in.”
The warden nodded.
As Susan began to walk out and close the door, the warden called out, “Oh, Susan.”
Her secretary popped her head back in. “Yes?”
“Thank you.”
Susan gave her a puzzled look.
“I don’t tell you often enough how much I appreciate you. But I do. So thank you for all you do.”
Touched by the gesture
, Susan simply smiled, then backed out the door. A few seconds later, the door opened again.
And in walked the thorn in her side.
“Miss Lewis, please. Have a seat,” the warden said, forcing a smile to spread over her lips. She eyed the inmate as she sauntered into her office. Her breasts were sitting up high, nice and plump, and somehow she managed to wear the orange jumper like it was Department of Corrections couture.
The warden swallowed. Their last meeting hadn’t gone well, but this time, she hoped they could have a productive, adult-like conversation.
The warden’s gaze drifted lazily up and down Heaven as she took a seat across from her desk. She flopped in the chair across from her desk, emitting a seemingly annoyed sigh as her long, shapely legs crossed.
“How can I help you, Warden?”
The warden gritted her teeth. She had to rein in her temper before she said or did something that would cause her to toss office decorum out the window. She took a breath and stretched her arms out and clasped her hands in front of her.
“Well, Miss Lewis. I’m sure you might be wondering why I had you brought to my office today . . .”
Heaven tilted her head, and gave the warden a really bitch look. “Um. No. Actually, not,” she flatly said. “But since you have me sitting here, I’m wondering when you’re going to lift this lockdown ban. I haven’t showered since the day you enforced this mess.”
“And that’s unfortunate,” the warden stated calmly.
“No, what’s unfortunate is a bunch of grown-ass women having to stay locked in their cells with no running water. You get to go home and wash your ass every night, don’t you?”
“Miss Lewis, I understand your frustration.”
“No War. Den,” Heaven snapped. “I don’t think you do. Is your snatch washed every day? Or do you like a little stank on it?”
The warden fought to keep her expression neutral. But Heaven’s lips distracted her a little. She shifted in her seat and forced herself to keep her eyes fixed on Heaven and let her rant. She actually found her sass disturbingly refreshing.
“Are you walking around in dirty drawers right now, huh, Warden? No, of course you’re not, unless you’re just nasty. Unless you’ve missed the memo, we’re women locked up in a tight-ass space. Smelling each other day in, day out. And as females we need to wash our asses.”
Heaven hadn’t signed up to become a mouthpiece for the prisoners, but since the warden had summoned her, it was only right she gave her an earful.
“I can’t speak for everyone,” she continued. “But I’m not some trashy ho. I get it. This is prison, and we all did something to put us here. But, unlike some, I like getting waxed and pampered. Not walking around with a bunch of whiskers sprouting out of my damn snatch.”
The warden nodded, and listened intently. “Miss Lewis,” she said calmly. “I hear your concerns. Now I need for you to hear mine.”
Heaven grunted in return and shifted in her seat.
“Over the last several months, there has been more violence in my prison surrounding one inmate than we’ve had in years. And the common denominator in each incident, thus far, has been you. So do you see my dilemma here?”
