She protests

Suddenly she stops and covers herself with her hands again.

"I don't think you should do this. My Grandfather would fire you if he knew what you were doing." She glares at you defiantly. You stare back at her with flat unconcern.

"You really think that? Your grandfather knows exactly how incompetent you are. Why do you think you're not working in his department, making more money, instead of working as a secretary? I've told him about you, and he's asked me not to fire you but see if I can train you to be better." You can see her defiance and confidence start to waver a little at your cold words.

"I don't believe you, I don't. He's always nice to me. He wouldn't be happy about this." Her voice quavers a little, the seeds of doubt starting to grow.

"Let's find out," you say, stepping near to her and taking her arm. Surprised by your action, you've pulled her halfway to the door before she realizes it.

"What are you doing?" she squeaks in alarm.

"Going to see Grampa, so you can tell him all about it."

"But, but, I'm naked," she protests, pulling back as you have your hand on the door knob.

"So that will prove your story, won't it?" You look at her coldly, a cruel smile on your lips.

"But everyone would see me. I can't go out there like this. Please Sir, please," she looks up at you her face pleading. You start to turn the door handle, and she stops you putting her hand on top of yours.

"Please don't open it Sir, please! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please Sir!" She's nearly in tears, begging you, her chin trembling.

"I think we should go see him right now," you tell her, enjoying the shock in her face.

"Please Sir, don't! I'll do anything, please Sir." She moves closer, looking up at you, her face pleading with you.

"You've been a very bad girl, Meghan," you say sternly.

"I know Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I'll be good Sir, I'll be good for you," she pleads, looking into your eyes, her own brimming with tears.