So we had it out; she admitted I’m right. She’s been seeing her old girlfriend. She said they haven’t been ‘doing anything’, but they still ...ave feelings for each other.So I asked her what are her feelings about me after a year together; she just went quiet. I told her it’s ok; I love her but maybe it’s time to move on.“Do you love Maliah?” I asked.“Yes.” Mira admitted, like it was a crime. “When I’m with her I feel something I don’t feel with anyone else, not even you. The sex was never quite. As my secretary, Julie knew most of my sexual transgressions and I knew she would forgive me for them with the possible exception of eighteen year old Eva with her killer body and that look on her face when she was feeling that she just had to have it without any need for small talk with the innocence of youth and unstoppable energy that could not be contained. I didn’t admit my guilt about that relationship to Julie because I knew instinctively she would not forgive me for crossing the line. Do you like what you see?"What was I to do now? If I said no then would she get all upset and girly on me? If I said yes did that make me a letch? On the otherhand maybe she wanted me to say yes..."Yes you've got a very nice bum Tyler," I said sarcastically, looking away as if not interested. My face was reddening with embarrassment."Thanks. Do you like the look of these too?" Leaning on the arms of the chair she leaned forwards, her nose just millimetres from mine, giving me the most glorious. Oh, what I do actually helps, I suppose, and he’s reminded me several times that I’m free to work on my thesis instead of helping him, but somehow, it just feels ... right for us to work together – do things together.She glanced over at the sexy man walking beside her as her mind snapped through memories of her stay thus far. I can’t help but think that I – we – are on the verge of an important discovery in the column area, but I came here to finish my doctoral thesis, and part of that is.