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was. But I saw this video, and this woman blindfolded this man and then she took him into this other room and got all these other women to give him a blowjob, only he didn’t know and he thought it was her, and now I have an erection and I don’t know what to do about it.’
    I jerk back in my chair, clutching the phone tight in my hand. I don’t know what I was expecting from him, but it wasn’t this. It wasn’t this at all. I dart a quick glance around the reception, my heart racing. What if someone heard? I press a hand against my throat as my breathing goes similarly out of control. Fortunately, there aren’t any clients waiting, and the office doors are all closed.
    Is this some sort of joke? Is he trying to humiliate me, to get his own back on for me watching him? If he is, I have to put a stop to it. I can’t cope with this for another two weeks. I slip my feet back into my shoes, give my face a quick once-over with the make-up I keep in my top drawer, then I get to my feet and march over to the office he’s currently working in. I open the door without even bothering to knock and close it firmly behind me. It’s not quite a slam but it’s not far off.
    â€˜If this is to do with what happened last night’ I say, ‘I think you should know that I find your behaviour shockingly unprofessional.’ I fold my arms. My breasts feel heavy, sensitive under my cream silk blouse. It’s hard to even breathe the same air as him.
    â€˜What happened last night?’ he asks, a look of puzzlement creasing his face.
    â€˜You…I…’ I fluster the words out, then stop and stare at him. He
knows
. I know he does. So why is he pretending otherwise? He sits perfectly still, watching me with those dark, dark eyes. At first glance, he seems calm, but on closer inspection, I can see that he isn’t. His hands are clenched so tightly on top of the desk that his knuckles are white, and he’s breathing a little too fast.
    Something is happening here, something I don’t fully understand. I stay where I am, unable to move, unable to take my gaze off him. I want to tell him to stop, to leave, but I don’t. I can’t. My voice, when I find the words that I need, is faint and unsteady. ‘What do you want from me?’
    â€˜I told you,’ he says. ‘I’ve been watching porn on the company computers again. And I know you already spoke to me about misuse of the company internet, but I can’t seem to make myself follow the rules.’
    â€˜Excuse me?’
    â€˜I don’t know what came over me,’ he says. ‘I don’t know why I did it. I couldn’t help myself.’
    I stare at him in disbelief, as strange fluttering sensation starts up in the pit of my stomach. ‘You’re serious,’ I say.
    â€˜Yes.’
    He’s…is he
flirting
with me? I’m sure that he is, and yet he can’t be. My brain is an addled mess, and I switch onto autopilot.‘It’s disgusting,’ I say. ‘I am aware of your relative youth and inexperience, Mr Brady, but I’m sure that even you are aware that watching pornography at work is unacceptable.’
    He hangs his head. ‘I know. But now I have an erection, and I don’t know what to do about it.’
    â€˜Deal with it as you normally would,’ I say smoothly, even as my throat goes dry and I fight the urge to tell him to stroke himself until he comes all over the top of the gleaming black desk.
    â€˜I would normally have a wank,’ he says. ‘But I’m not allowed to do that at work. I know I’m not.’ The he lifts his head, and fixes those dark, dark eyes on me. ‘It would be OKif you told me to do it.’ He fiddles with the pen on top of the desk.
    â€˜Don’t be ridiculous,’ I say, but the words come out slowly, faintly. Because he’s right. I could tell him to do it. I could tell him to