Her mind raced, wondering what she wanted her to witness and keep secret next or if she was to be fired or confronted with possible legal action shoul... she mention anything she’d seen in the living room.Then Isabella’s hand gently rested on her shoulder, in an oddly comforting way, and she heard her say, “Come sit down, we need to talk.”Isabella and Paula had been sitting in the study talking for nearly three hours when they were interrupted by the phone ringing. Isabella stood and looked at. That photographic memory which had so many times given him the victory when it came to business deals. ‘When I was sitting in the chair during the meeting I could smell your scent. Vanilla, faint but definitely there. The chair, still warm from your body. I had a hard time concentrating.’ His confession made her tremble. She raised her hands and took his where they gentle caressed her tight shoulders. ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘I don’t know’, she moaned. ‘It came over me and it is so unlike me as. He feared heights to the point that he often felt faint when force to climb even a few steps.He’d never had a relationship, didn’t know if he was gay, straight, or both and wouldn’t be capable of holding a conversation with a potential date under any circumstances. He was outrageously nervous, devoutly passionate about a religious dogma that no one could begin to understand and so far out on the paranoid scale, that any person who made eye contact was automatically deemed “unsafe.”Fight or. She had shyly agreed, he had spent many nights looking at the picture and imagining her wrapping her long lush legs around his hips as he drove into her over and over giving them both the ultimate in pleasure. Now, he thought, she doesn’t wrap her legs around me but around another man. His mind was racing with ways to get even with her, he had no intention of sinking to her level and breaking his marriage vows he had held them up for five long lonely years there was no way he would break.