He couldn’t see Fiona’s crimson face as she’d left the stairwell and rushed back to her office stopping for nobody else. “But. Porn . . . …”
“You don’t want to incur a second strike do you Fiona and another punishment?”
“No”
“Well leave your fucking bra behind then you stupid whore”. Symons followed by Mr. “Steve Lomax”
“Steve please I’m really sorry. . . . . . . . . . . . . …” again he slammed down the phone. Butterworth stepped into the stairwell. “Trousers of like before then sit down and spread your legs” her trouser leg slipped easily over her flat shoe and she sat back on the cold metal steps her bare bum cheeks on the fifth step up her back against step six. Tebbutt took in a good eyeful through the opening in her blouse, and she wondered whether he wanted her to come to his office for a chat or did the dirty old bastard have other things on his mind also.
