’ I made no move. ‘Please? Could I come in? I’m cold.’ Well, I had been in love with her, and truth to tell, I had never stopped. Besides, I�...m not an asshole. I stood aside and let her enter. I led her into the dining alcove. ‘Coffee?’ I asked. She smiled weakly. ‘Please.’ I quickly brewed a double batch of espresso. I poured a couple of demi-tasses, and set hers before her. We had been making small-talk of the very small variety. When she sipped her coffee, she said, ‘Mmmm, glorious.’ She. .so on our way to lunch she gave me back my jacket and tells me thanks and kiss me on the cheeks and we started walking to the cafeteria and talked and i told her she deserve better and i told her how i feel about her, she was a little shocked and said she had a thing for me, we went back to the training room and no one was there and we started kissing after that day we started to text and many long hours on the phone,she also hid from her husband to talk to me,and also had to clear her message. ”“DAMN ... Please take me with you! What about her daddy’s woman? You said Bailey really likes her, does she and her daddy’s woman share the same feelings as Bailey does with you?”“From what I gathered, they never have, but Bailey did tell me that Margie asked her if she’d get mad if she offered me some pussy.”“Hey, this is getting interesting. Would you? I mean even if the old man didn’t know?”“He has asked me to cool her ass off for him, so she’ll stay with him.”“JOSEY ... if you don’t take. “Come to Manchester, as soon as possible, to this address,” I recited it quickly, annoyed that the voice commands were harder to deliver whenever sound or volume weakened, “by yourself, no staff, no security, no press, nobody. Is that clear? Take only what luggage you can carry with you on a commuter flight from Heathrow.”“Yes, of course. I’ll purchase a ticket and be right there. Why am I doing this? Oh, well, I’m bloody well doing it, damn ... there, I’ve booked the flight. So, I’m not.