Yesterday, 08:30 PM
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Pooja raised an eyebrow and ashed her cigarette in an ashtray on the bed next to her. "Charmed," she said in a low, musical voice, her tone utterly insincere.
"Likewise," said Kusha stonily, her eyes pointedly running up and down Pooja's state of undress. "I'm guessing that you and Rakesh... work together?"
Pooja shrugged languidly and blew out a stream of smoke. "In a manner of speaking. I'm his accountant."
Kusha snorted with amusement at the joke, but neither Rakesh nor Pooja laughed. "She stopped by to try to convince me that I'm overpaying you," said Rakesh, flopping back onto the bed next to Pooja and throwing an arm around her casually.
Pooja accepted the thick, flabby arm around her waist without apparent discomfort, instead giving Kusha a cool, appraising look and saying, "Some of the top designers in the city would do the job for less than what you're asking."
Kusha glared at the small, sharp-looking woman, bewildered. Was she actually an accountant? Why in God's name would an attractive professional have sex with Rakesh? And she was apparently sharp as well: Rakesh certainly was overpaying for Kusha's services. Kusha didn't even know how to respond. Everything about this meeting felt like it was going against her. She had planned to sweep in as a powerful, unflappable professional and make Rakesh feel small. Now, not only had she looked unprofessional, but the quality of her work was being questioned.
She felt herself blushing and opened her mouth to say something, anything in retort, when, embarrassingly, Rakesh bailed her out.
"Shush, Pooja," said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to give his accountant a little spank on the side of her ass, drawing a giggle from the confident little woman. "Since when has money ever been an issue for me? I know what I like, and I think Kusha can give me exactly what I'm looking for."
Rakesh's assistance was even less welcome than Pooja's disdain. To save herself from having to engage, Kusha pointedly turned away, pulled a small notebook from her purse, and sketched some notes as Pooja and Rakesh whispered and giggled back and forth to each other.
"Likewise," said Kusha stonily, her eyes pointedly running up and down Pooja's state of undress. "I'm guessing that you and Rakesh... work together?"
Pooja shrugged languidly and blew out a stream of smoke. "In a manner of speaking. I'm his accountant."
Kusha snorted with amusement at the joke, but neither Rakesh nor Pooja laughed. "She stopped by to try to convince me that I'm overpaying you," said Rakesh, flopping back onto the bed next to Pooja and throwing an arm around her casually.
Pooja accepted the thick, flabby arm around her waist without apparent discomfort, instead giving Kusha a cool, appraising look and saying, "Some of the top designers in the city would do the job for less than what you're asking."
Kusha glared at the small, sharp-looking woman, bewildered. Was she actually an accountant? Why in God's name would an attractive professional have sex with Rakesh? And she was apparently sharp as well: Rakesh certainly was overpaying for Kusha's services. Kusha didn't even know how to respond. Everything about this meeting felt like it was going against her. She had planned to sweep in as a powerful, unflappable professional and make Rakesh feel small. Now, not only had she looked unprofessional, but the quality of her work was being questioned.
She felt herself blushing and opened her mouth to say something, anything in retort, when, embarrassingly, Rakesh bailed her out.
"Shush, Pooja," said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to give his accountant a little spank on the side of her ass, drawing a giggle from the confident little woman. "Since when has money ever been an issue for me? I know what I like, and I think Kusha can give me exactly what I'm looking for."
Rakesh's assistance was even less welcome than Pooja's disdain. To save herself from having to engage, Kusha pointedly turned away, pulled a small notebook from her purse, and sketched some notes as Pooja and Rakesh whispered and giggled back and forth to each other.
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