David was still waiting, still staring at her, still waiting for an answer. She took a deep breath

"Tell me about the image." He said.

"I'd rather not."

"Was it sexual in nature? Is that why--"

"It was an image of him fucking me on the carpet in my office." She blurted

out.

David didn’t move.

"Don't tell me you've never had a fantasy about an attractive client in your life David. Come on, you just told me it's a perfectly normal reaction."

"That's a fairly graphic image Melissa. Did something specific give rise to that train of thought?"

She searched back in her mind.

"It was something he said....