Chapter 26

AN: Thank you so much for all the reviews, alerts, favorites, and private messages you guys send me. It puts me over the moon when I see the positive response to a story I've loved writing...I get my groove back like Penelope did in this story!...Next story is coming very soon...Lots of love, Kricket

"O-M-G, Auntie P!" Cara exclaimed, looking at the huge pile of receipts Penelope had accumulated for her over the past two months.

Penelope grinned at her. "Quite a few sales, isn't it?"

"It's…it's…" Cara paused, so excited, she couldn't find the word she wanted.

"Great?" Penelope supplied.


P tried again. "Terrific?"

"Remarkable!" Cara cried, snapping her fingers when she got it. "That is what this is!"

Penelope blushed under the praise. "Thank you."

"No, auntie." Cara reached for Penelope's arm and said seriously, "I don't think you realize how remarkable this is."

P was now a bit flustered. "Really, I just made a bit over the quota you gave me..."

"Auntie, the quota was five hundred a week," Cara said flatly. "The five hundred dollars a show guideline was to make it for top region sales."

Now she was irritated. "What did you say?"

"You totally over exceeded expectations! Auntie, you're saleswoman of the quarter with this, and the quarter isn't even done!" she squealed, obviously thrilled.

Penelope wasn't as thrilled. She'd been working her ass off for this, and now she realized that she hadn't had to. "Cara. I thought you had to do five hundred in sales per show to make your standard?"

"No, silly," she said. "That's not what I said. You must've missed that."

"Well, you didn't exactly give me clear instructions!" Penelope snapped, knowing she hadn't misheard.

"Sorry, Auntie," she said, looking very remorseful. Cara was somewhat of a dingbat. "I didn't mean to do that."

P gave her a hug. "It's all right, hon. I'm just glad you're home."

Cara returned the hug, and then smiled at her mischievously. "You know, Auntie…"

Penelope was lying in bed with Derek, playing with the few curling hairs on his abdomen. He had a lovely tummy, and it was slightly ticklish, which made it even more fun to toy with.

"I met with Cara today…"

"So, you finally got rid of our goodie bag," he remarked, stroking the smooth skin of her back.

"Mmm hmm," she answered with yawn. She'd had enough of toying for tonight; it was time to rest. She snuggled in closer for the night.

Apparently, Derek was having other ideas. He continued stroking her, trailing down farther, touching the twin dimples at the top of her bottom. "I think I'm gonna miss that pink bag of fun...not to mention all those shows you put on."

Penelope chuckled. "You are not."

"Hell, yes," he countered. "I liked seeing you: all sexy, strutting your stuff, full of naughty knowledge."

"Well, Cara did say I was saleswoman of the quarter."

"That's my baby."

"She offered me a job," she continued. "Said I was a natural."

He did a mini-crunch so he could look her in the eyes. "Really?"

Penelope gave him a teasing look. "What? Are you surprised by my sex toy sellability?"

"Baby Girl," he said with a sigh, and then quickly and suddenly, rolled her to her back underneath him. "I have always known one certain thing."

She ran her fingers over his sculpted chest to rest behind his neck and purred, "What's that?"

"When it comes to any aspect of love…" He lowered his head and continued, "Sweetheart, you set the gold standard."