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‘Want to make some more?’ I said, bringing my face closer to hers.
She pushed me back gently. ‘One-track mind,’ she said. ‘Here I am, feeling all sentimental about you seeing my childhood room. And all you want to do is make out.’
I laughed. ‘No, I would love to see your childhood photo album, actually.’
‘You would?’ Payal said in an excited voice. ‘Wait’—she stood up—‘let me take it out of the closet.’
I pulled her back by her hand and made her sit down again. ‘That was a joke,’ I said. ‘I can look at it later.’
‘I knew it. One-tracker.’
‘I’ve been away from you for too long.’
‘It was only ten days.’
‘That’s 240 hours. Or 14,400 minutes, and I don’t know so much math, but that’s a hell lot of seconds. I’m going a bit crazy,’ I said, pulling her closer.
‘I can see that, Mr Man-in-a-Suit.’ She brought her mouth to my ear. ‘Today,’ she whispered, ‘you look like a corporate boss. Make me your secretary.’
‘Payal, what are you saying?’ I said, laughing. ‘You and your role-plays!’
‘Shh. Not Payal. I’m Rosie. Your secretary. Did you like the work I did, sir?’
‘What work?’
‘Tell me you didn’t like the work I did. That you’re furious with me.’
‘What?’
‘Play along, boss,’ Payal whispered, and bit my ear.
I decided to play along. I went and sat on the study chair. I picked up a sheet of paper. ‘Rosie,’ I said in an irritated voice. ‘What’s this?’
Payal stood before me. ‘What happened, sir?’ she asked in a mock-innocent voice. ‘You don’t like what I did?’
‘No,’ I said, my voice angry. ‘There are so many spelling mistakes. You can’t even spell the company name right.’
‘I’m so sorry, sir.’
‘What will the client think? You’ve already emailed this to them?’
‘Yes, sir, I did,’ Payal said. ‘I’m so sorry, sir.’
‘This is horrible,’ I said, throwing the paper aside.
‘What can I do, sir?’ Payal moved closer to me. ‘I’m ready to be punished. Any way you want. Just don’t be angry with me, sir.’
‘Any way?’ I asked. ‘Any?’
Payal threw away her dupatta. ‘Any way you want, sir. I’ve been a really bad girl,’ she said.
Okay, I must admit that for some reason, Payal’s silly play-acting always really turned me on. I wanted to rip off her clothes. Thankfully, she undressed herself. I took off my clothes too.
I pushed Payal onto the pink bed, which creaked a little. I kissed her hard, biting her lip.
‘I’m sorry, sir,’ Payal said. ‘I’ll never do this again. Please, punish me.’ Then she turned around, her bare bottom arched towards me. ‘Spank me, sir.’
I lightly slapped her behind.
