Chapter Fifteen
“Chrissy”
May 2012
“Get naked.”
The man, whose name was Terry, gave a nervous half-laugh, unsure he had heard correctly.
“What?”
“I said take your clothes off.”
He was still at a loss but something resembling anger bubbled away behind his eyes. Only months before we had been colleagues – in fact, and as a revenue generating salesman, he had been senior to me in my position as a run-of-the mill secretary. But no more.
I seated myself on the plush sofa Amrita had bought for the office that had one been hers and her husband’s before her and crossed my booted legs.
“I won’t tell you again, Terry,” I said, voice firm despite a little nervousness at committing what amounted to harassment at the workplace, noting the look of concentration that went with his anger and unce
