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The next day, I saw that they had cancelled the query and said the situation was resolved. Josie told me to call Michael with the news and I did. Even though I was trying to be professional, there was no way to have a normal conversation with him. The moment he heard my name, the tone of his voice changed to low and sultry, laden with sexual innuendo. I responded without thinking about it, becoming turned on even as I was sitting in the office chair. It was unbelievable how the mere sound of his voice could do that to me.

When he told me to meet him at his place that evening, I knew he didn’t want to talk details of the Glint account. This was for the sex, what they called the booty call in the movies. But I didn’t care. When I was ninety years old and crawling along the retirement home in my wheelchair, I wanted to think back to the time I had wild sex with my boss.

I left work a bit earlier to go home and shower, to dress up for the evening. I wanted to put on matching underwear at least. I didn’t exactly have a budget of sexy things. Considering that my roommate was out, I quickly had a look through her cupboard. She had a few nice things forwork, and I wondered if she’d mind if I borrowed something. I found a slinky black top with thin spaghetti straps that clung to my breasts. I decided not to wear a bra but slip on a jacket instead. That way, it was only when I took the jacket off, that he’d see I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I knew my breasts were rather large and I had been embarrassed of them when I was younger. I had developed far quicker than others in my class and the boys seemed unable to keep their eyes off my chest.

“Boys are always going to be silly about that,” my Aunt Kate said. “You have to learn to ignore it. Most women wish they had bigger boobs. Try not to hate your body. No good ever comes from that.”

I put on some skintight jeans and high heels and looked at myself in the mirror.

Maybe too much? Too slutty?

I went down to wait for the cab outside.

I noticed lots of glances coming my way, men turning around as they walked past me. Did they think I was a prostitute? I pulled my jacket tighter over my chest and was about to go up and change when my ride arrived.

I gave the driver the address and he whistled.

“Good area?” I asked, guessing.

“The best,” he said.

He looked at me in the rearview mirror and I felt self-conscious.

“Took a few girls to a building in that street last week,” he said. Did he mean prostitutes? Oh, my goodness, I thought I was going to be sick. Did he think I was a hooker going to meet a … what did they call it? A client? A mark? Maybe that was just a movie I’d seen.

“Girls?” I asked weakly.

He nodded. “So many! I thought it must be a party.”

So it was that kind of a neighborhood, I thought. Probably all kinds of people lived there, models and film stars. Maybe actors in the porn industry. I could imagine Michael Greer hanging out with people who didn’t mind getting naked, putting on costumes, taking drugs and participating in orgies. I pictured rooftop gardens with pools in which naked people, all with perfectly perfect bodies, of course, were cavorting with each other.

“Also, clowns,” he said.

Clowns? This didn’t exactly fit with my image of the orgy.

“Clowns?”

“Yes,” he said. “I think it was a children’s party?”

Relief flooded my body. He had meant actual girls, little girls, not prostitutes. He didn’t think I was a prostitute and there was no reason to believe that Michael Greer regularly hosted orgies at his apartment. Before I knew it, we were at his address. “Enjoy your evening,” my driver said as I got out.

Chapter 16

Michael

On Thursday morning, I took a moment to compose myself.

Then I called Maya’s number.

“Hey…” I said, my tone as flat and weak as I could make it. “I think I’ve got that tummy bug…”

“Oh, no!” said Maya. “That’s awful! There’s something going around the office.”

“Yeah?” I pretended not to know.

“Yeah,” she said. “One of the developers has been off since last week and I think someone in HR also called in sick.”

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