“The Commodore’s written permission. She’s under my control until we’re ready to fly again.” She turned her grin on Pam. “Three nights in New York, Ann. We’re going to have such fun.” Pam’s gut lurched. Drake read the paper and stared at her with the same intensity as before. She saw him regain control, and his usual imperturbable expression return as he handed back the sheet. “That’s in order, if unusual. I want her back in a fit state to do her duties.” The blonde laughed. “She will be, darling, providing she behaves herself.” She gave him her sly look, provocative and feline. “Perhaps you’d like to come too? You can keep an eye on us both and make sure we don’t do anything naughty.” Drake bared his teeth. “Why, thank you, Miss Peake. Since I’m now off duty for the next forty-eight hours, I believe I’ll accept your kind invitation.” Persephone quickly mastered her arching eyebrows and hid her surprise behind a thin smile. “My, this slave girl really has got under your skin, hasn’t she?”
