[Steel]

Kusha was a little frustrated with herself. She felt nervous and awkward about her meeting with Rakesh, but there was no reason for that. She had seen him naked, but the essential terms of their relationship hadn't changed in the slightest. He was still beneath her, and she was still going to prove that while taking his money.

But, no matter how much she repeated that to herself, she still felt a strange twist of anxiety in her belly when she saw Rakesh again for the first time since the spa. She could see him arrive at the reception desk through her office door, laughing and chatting with Payal (who seemed a little too flirty, come to think of it. Maybe Kusha should have a word with her). Just the sight of his face made memories jolt through her mind. Rakesh, kneeling behind Laila to aggressively eat her out from behind... Pinning the cheating wife's soft, bottom-heavy body to the massage table with his thick cock as her mangalsutra was thrown somewhere in the corner.

Just as those disturbing, arousing memories flooded her mind. Rakesh turned, seeing her through the door. His face split into his infuriating grin and he gave her a little wave, turning to walk toward her.

Desperately trying to stop herself from thinking about the size and shape of her least favorite client's cock, Kusha rose to greet him. The meeting had begun.

Rakesh held out his hand to shake, but it immediately reminded Kusha of how he had used that same hand to grip Laila's hair, using it like a handle as he fucked her mouth. She ignored the hand and gestured for him to sit, doing her best to clamp down on her imagination. This had been exactly what she was afraid of... Her purpose in peeping on Rakesh having sex in the first place was to gain a mental edge by seeing how pathetic he truly was. That had backfired. The fact that Rakesh had actually performed impressively was making it difficult to maintain the cool, dismissive attitude she had always tried to take with him.

Rakesh was slightly offended by her refusal to shake hands, but he didn't show it. He leaned back comfortably in the chair on the other side of Kusha's desk and rested his hands on his gut with a contented expression. "Good to see you, Kusha wusha! It feels like forever since we've last checked in with this project!" he said jovially. "Although I guess you did see me this weekend for other reasons, didn't you?"

Kusha blushed as a spike of adrenaline shot through her. Had Rakesh noticed that she was watching? She opened her mouth to make an excuse, then caught herself. He meant in the pedicure room. "Um... well. Yes. I suppose I did," she said haltingly, looking anywhere but Rakesh's ugly eyes, which were twinkling with some secret amusement. This meeting had barely begun, and it already felt like things were twisting out of her grasp. How did Rakesh have such a talent for flustering her? "Anyway," she said, a decisive tone creeping back into her voice. "Let's get to business." She forced herself to meet Rakesh's gaze. She would push through this awkwardness with sheer force of will if she had to.