8

Talking to clients is hard enough but talking to clients when you’re turned on, sexually frustrated and have nothing on so you can feel the wetness between your thighs is even worse.

Every single thing Winston said seemed to frustrate me more than usual and it was a conscious effort to not drag him by the collar, throw him out of my office and slam the door in his face. I unknowingly found myself counting down the hours until he would get out.

The moment our meeting was done, I didn’t even wait for him to do his usual snobbish goodbyes; I just slammed the door and lay my head against it in frustration.

Unfortunately, Winston wasn’t my last client for the day and I had to deal with that three more times before I was able to call it a day and hightail it out of there. On my way to the parking lot, I was ambushed by Charles. This time it took all the self control left in me for me to not scream.

“Can I help you Charles?” I asked as I piled my things into the passenger side of my car.

“I