" Susan, are you sure, I think you're just setting yourself up for frustration and heartbreak." Maybe Carol, but he's the first man in my life that re...lly talks to me, and understands me, and seems to really care about me, and I'm just not willing to give him up. Not for some asshole who just wants to get his hand up my skirt. Tell me Carol, is it true what they say, are all the really good men either gay or married?" Susan, I don't know, but damned if sometimes it doesn't seem that way."So. Understand?”I looked into her eyes and after a couple of seconds nodded. She moved even closer to me and said, “I needed you to know this before anything happened. You see?”I nodded again as she moved another couple of inches closer and looked up at me seductively. “They’re clients. This is real.” She held her hand to my chest as she tilted her head. “You know what you’re getting into now. Do you accept me?”“Yes.”“Will you let it bother you?”“No.”She nodded and said, “Remember that. I’ll hold. What could that be? Trying to assess the situation, she eyed her intruders. The blonde looked to be in her early twenties, probably a college student; but her tone showed she was a strong-willed woman. The other, a short redhead, looked older, probably in her mid-twenties. For some reason, Victoria deemed this one to be the leader.Victoria was an expert at crisis control and had to think quickly. She cursed herself not to have had the forethought to have considered a break-in. Actually she had,. Eventually they sat down across the desk from each other and smiled at each other as they ate, both of them recalling how they’d looked as kids, and of course, still blown away by how well they knew each other now. Especially once they got their clothes off.Once they were done eating, Deana said, “Thank you so much for that, Damien. It was just so good, and tasted just like what your grandmother used to make for me.”Pushing the dish of orange flan across the desk for her, he said, “Then I’ll.