The floorboards creaked in anger at the unfamiliar weight as Ipurposefully triggered a secret cache that only I knew how to open. As Iapproached the w...ll safe, hidden behind a wall panel, I smiled as Iremoved the bulk of the family fortune that was mine. There were T-bills, gold doubloons, and bank books to a checking-savings account,making me a multimillionaire, in fact. A billionaire once the T-billsmatured. Before Daddy went to war, he had the bulk of the family fortunetransferred to me and. Just once. I remember how gentle she was and how she found my g-spot, something very few had ever been able to do. In retrospect, that night was so tender, so gentle, and so perfect. Unfortunately, we never were intimate again, nor had we ever talked about that one special night.Then I reflected on our friendship. I was the outgoing one, while she was more reserved. I was sarcastic funny, while she was quirky funny. I was always the one making the plans, while Gwen simply went along with it. I. I felt heat rising from my face, but it didn’t stop me from acting the temptress. The interior of the gallery was already packed with people. With a shrug, I guessed it was no longer en vogue to be fashionably late. The crowd was made up mostly of either balding grandfather types or long-haired ex-hippies in suits, each matched up with universally younger women, in some rare cases, the men were better looking. A few really good-looking women in their twenties were mixed in. They looked like. " "It's late." "We can still make the after-party." "You're my assistant, and it's not appropriate for us to date." "One drink?" "Is one too many. Go do inventory. Now." He shut the door very quietly behind him. Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose again. A headache was coming on. Where was the rest of that coffee? She was in the middle of pouring and wondering whether falling asleep at your desk this many times per week was a warning sign of something or other when she heard Marcus.