”I decided to seize the moment.“I assume from what I heard that Emma isn't coming?”“No, she isn't. Something about a family barbecue.”“Wel... then, what about that drink?”“But my parents...” I cut in;“Are on holiday for the next ten days. Anyway I'm not just some random older guy. But lets worry about that when we get there!” This evening was going almost as well as I could dream. Sure I wasn't having a threesome with Amy and Emma, but I was about to go on a sort of date with one of my sister's. Do you understand me, sissy?” She wanted to protest but I quickly thrust my finger in her face. “Don’t give me backtalk bitch. Know your place and remember, I give the orders, I’m in charge here, and your job is to do what the fuck I say, you got that Lilly Bitch?”“Yes”“What did you call me?”“I’m sorry, I meant yes Simba.” “Good, you have your orders, now get it done.” With that said, I returned to the kitchen, filled two shot glasses with Grey Goose vodka, fired up a Phillies Blunt, cut on the. And now she had to fly back to the States with thebitter taste of defeat in her mouth. It was notsomething she was used to.Her career had been meteoric to say the least. Branchmanager at 24, executive VP at 26. She’d cut a swathethrough the company a mile wide.She wasn’t averse to using her stunning goods looks andnaturally blond/white hair to get her where she wantedto go. And her business suits were cut just a littletight to show off her curves. But not so tight as tooccasion. Where had it been? Yes, the hotel lobby, sitting on a chair reading a newspaper. What was it about the man that had diverted her attention? The mere fact that she’d noticed him was significant, usually when she was traveling on business, her focus was narrow, straight ahead. But she’d looked over at him, made eye contact and even smiled, albeit very briefly. Why? Danielle had something close to a photographic memory, and she brought her acute mental facilities to bear, and suddenly it hit her..