’ ‘You can talk to me, Ashleigh.’ Cooed Sharon, ‘After all, I was involved in your weekend. How about meeting me for lunch tomorrow?’ ‘Oh ...haron, thanks, but I can’t tomorrow. I’m standing in for another girl and having lunch at my desk tomorrow. How about Wednesday?’ ‘Wednesday will be fine, honey, I’ll pick you up at the front door about 12:30, OK?’ ‘There’s a little coffee shop just down the road with tables outside. I’ll call you tonight and we can girl talk. Bye.’ ‘Bye Sharon.’ Ashleigh. I told him I would keep it as an open invitation.HimShe says, “well” at which point I figure I am all in and open the word file for her to read. I started to watch her read to try and judge her reaction and she looked at me, smiled and asked me not to, so I went back to figuring out why the numbers were not working for this client. I was on pins and needles. I was sharing a very sexual fantasy with her and she is not my wife and I really do not want to cause her any problems, but am so hoping. “Besides, it looks to me that you want this just as much as I do. You’re still hard.” Shit she’s right, I hate it when she’s right.“Abby if you’re okay with this, then I’m okay with it too.” I said. “I have an idea, I think it’ll be a lot of fun for the both of us. Do you trust me?” I asked.“Of course I trust you Jake, you’re my brother and I love you. There’s nothing you could do to hurt me or make me uncomfortable, I’m in all the way.” She said.“Good, now that we’re on the same page I have an. It was a picture of a young and beautiful woman. ‘She’s gorgeous,’ I said. ‘I think I’m in love.’ Dad smiled at that. ‘She looks even better in person. Her name is Ana and she’s 19 years old, a daughter of a wealthy Mexican client. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s smart and charming also. She speaks five languages fluently. Any man would be lucky to have her as a wife.’ ‘You want me to meet her?’ ‘I want you to marry her.’ ‘You want me to what? Uh, I haven’t even met the girl, Dad.’ She was.