“Oh-ho.. was that a moan?”

The soft scribble of pen on paper fills the in-between silence like a forbidden melody; reminding you that this call is completely unprofessional and office-illegal in its perverseness. You shouldn’t have been bothering her, you know she’s a busy woman.

But, you couldn’t bring yourself to hand up the moment her voice finally crackled through the speaker. A soft, curious, “Hello?” making your heart flutter, and something else beat like a second one. It was embarrassing, humiliating, shameful… and, yet. You’re still on the line.

Aren’t you?

“That’s not a noise good girlsmake, is it?”