& Then They Loved (Ampersand Love #3)

20. Reminders

20

Reminders

Oberoi v. Talwar

V. Oberoi:

It's been two weeks.

V. Talwar:

?

V. Oberoi:

I think the hate metre is rising between us again.

V. Talwar:

Only because you're being a pain in the ass boss-hole.

There was no need to go off on the script team this morning.

You made one of them cry.

V. Oberoi:

The voiceover notes were ridiculous. I saw you roll your eyes, too.

What next? We pan seven hundred times onto the same face on screen with bad music to emphasise the drama?

V. Talwar:

That sounds like a very specific complaint.

V. Oberoi:

You haven't known true torture until you've watched Indian saas-bahu telenovelas with my mother.

V. Talwar:

. . .you watch telenovelas with your mother?

V. Oberoi:

. . .it was under duress.

It's not like I wanted to! I had a broken leg. I couldn't escape!

I saw that laugh.

Just for that, you and your team are assigned to watch and analyse a telenovela of my choosing. Call it a marketing exercise.

I know one that's been running for twelve years.

V. Talwar:

The hell I. . . wait. TWELVE years?

V. Oberoi:

Wish I was kidding. The main female character has gotten married, divorced, fell off a cliff, got amnesia, plastic surgery, went to jail for killing her ex-husband, got married again, and still looks younger than her granddaughter.

Oh, and the new husband is having an affair with her sister. It's sick.

V. Talwar:

And you know all this because you "watched it under duress"? Aww :(

V. Oberoi:

I want the report in a week. Aww :)

V. Talwar:

Bully. You know what's torturous? Working with you.

V. Oberoi:

What about under me?

V. Talwar:

Oh. My. God.

V. Oberoi:

That good, hey?

V. Talwar:

You're insane. These chats are monitored!

V. Oberoi:

I own the company. Pretty sure I can do whatever I want.

V. Talwar:

That's abuse of power.

I hate you.

V. Oberoi:

That attitude right there is why I think we need another night together. So that your feelings don't negatively impact your work.

V. Talwar:

Nice try, Charming Satan.

V. Oberoi:

Three weeks.

V. Talwar:

Is that a due date?

V. Oberoi:

A reminder that you're due a date with me and my cock.

V. Talwar:

g.a.g

V. Oberoi:

Changed your rules? Hell, yes! Good to know you're on board.

V. Talwar:

No! For fuck's sake, do these lines really work for you?

V. Oberoi:

What do you think?

V. Talwar:

I think standards have fallen.

And I think you should not be allowed to say things like that to anyone.

V. Oberoi:

I only say things like that you.

V. Talwar:

How lucky for me.

V. Oberoi:

Glad to see you recognise me for the gift I am.

V. Talwar:

I hope you find a cure for your delusions.

V. Oberoi:

Let me fuck you again, and I'll be cured of every problem I have.

V. Talwar:

Tempting, but I have a new vibe I'm more inclined to try.

V. Oberoi:

Princess, you know I like toys.

V. Talwar:

But I don't like you.

V. Oberoi:

Didn't stop you from making a mess in my bed.

I have new sheets you might like to destroy this time.

V. Talwar:

Pass. Also, quit staring at me.

V. Oberoi:

Make me.

V. Oberoi:

Four weeks.

Why aren't you answering me?

I saw you look at your screen. I don't like being ignored, Ms. Talwar.

Tell him to go back to work or he's fired.

V. Talwar:

You can't fire him!

V. Oberoi:

That asshole has been chatting at your desk for the last twenty minutes.

I don't pay him to flirt with you.

V. Talwar:

Keeping tabs on me?

V. Oberoi:

I have glass walls. And eyes.

V. Talwar:

Creepy.

Should I be scared for my life?

V. Oberoi:

No.

But Flirty McChecksoutyourboobs should fear for his.

V. Talwar:

Shut up. He's not checking out anything.

V. Oberoi:

Yeah, he is. Why is he still there?

V. Talwar:

It's lunchtime and the team is playing games for morale.

A unique concept called 'socialising'.

V. Oberoi:

Why don't you teach me all about it in my office?

Just you and me.

Door's open.

V. Talwar:

HR is going to have a field day when I complain about you.

V. Oberoi:

Good luck. I'll complain right back.

V. Talwar:

About what?

V. Oberoi:

Wearing a skirt that shows all that leg?

V. Talwar:

This is perfectly acceptable office attire, you wank-nozzle.

V. Oberoi:

Wank-nozzle?

Do you have a book where you write these down?

V. Talwar:

Never telling you, Judgy McJerkface.

V. Oberoi:

Not judging.

Just can't stop looking.

V. Talwar:

Shut your blinds.

V. Oberoi:

Doesn't help with the sounds.

Your laugh is distracting.

V. Talwar:

Boohoo.

Is the sound of my enjoyment too loud for you?

Be prepared to go deaf then.

V. Oberoi:

Oh Princess.

The sound of your enjoyment is exactly what I'd like to go deaf to; with you screaming my name in my ear when I make you come again.

And again.

And again.

Red looks good on your cheeks.

V. Talwar:

Have you decided to only say inappropriate things to me?

V. Oberoi:

It's either I say it, or I do it. What would you prefer?

V. Talwar:

I'd prefer for you to fall into a ditch.

V. Oberoi:

If you want me to get hurt so you can explore some kind of caretaking kink, you only have to ask.

I hope you have a slutty nurse outfit.

V. Talwar:

I have an ' I'm with idiot ' t-shirt.

V. Oberoi:

You'd be stripping it off either way, so I see no issues.

My place tonight?

V. Talwar:

Do you ever give up??

V. Oberoi:

When it comes to you. . .

No.