. impressive. Unexpected, but pleasingly decisive.”“Well,” I answered wryly, “I’m glad I can surprise you now and then.”I spent the mornin... being lazy, swimming and reading a novel by John le Carré: Call For The Dead. If I was going to be stuck in the world of espionage, I needed to read up on it. I’d already read all Ian Fleming’s works, but Dan had told me that le Carré’s books were more realistic. From now on, I would always think of MI6 as ‘The Circus’.I had lunch with Mrs O’Keef, then. Now, are you going to get your things unpacked, or am I going to have to do it for you? Hope you don’t mind sleeping with me. Not a lot of extra room in here."I looked around, agreeing silently with her. Besides the living area, which doubled as a dining room, there was a small kitchen and a bathroom that we’d have to share. Oh, and just the one bedroom, filled with a queen sized mattress, a pair of night stands, a bookshelf, and a dresser, leaving just enough room to squeeze in a small walk in. The toilet doors had the typical rotating latch, and i found both toilets were latched. I had seen her going this side, and there was no other compartment which had the vestibule open. I opened 1 latch, and checked the toilet was empty. When i opened the other latch, and pushed the door, kavita was standing there with her kurta tucked under her chin, and she was trying to adjust her bra. She was wearing a peacock blue flowery pattern lace bra, and against her milky white complexion, the bra was. I was a glorified secretary. That English major did little good in finding a job with a living wage. I thought I’d write Catcher in the Rye from a female’s point of view. Yeah, I needed to get on that. Although the actual work was boring, filing, answering calls, typing letters, there was a very large part of my job that involved something that made me excited to come to work everyday with a skip in my step. I was fucking my married boss. He was gorgeous. Tall, with large, strong hands, hazel.