Good with numbers, I got the concept of balance sheets and income statements, too. The only other thing that I knew how to do was to write fiction. I ...wondered how I could incorporate both my love of writing and my accounting expertise into one business. Was there a business that I could begin that would satisfy both sides of my brain? Surely, there was something that I could do, but what? I went for a walk. Generally walking always helps me to think. In my walk around my neighborhood, I passed. The ride up Sulphur Mountain in the gondola was as close as they had gotten. She stepped into the car, and he followed her, sitting beside her, thighs touching. That first contact was electric for him, and he looked at her, as she glanced away, but caught the hint of pink in her cheeks. At the top, he stepped out of the car, and held out his hand to help her out. She wanted to ignore it, but something made her place her hand in his. The feeling of his warm fingers closing around her hand,. He was supposed to be sleeping, needed to be. There was a meeting in the morning he needed to be sharp for, but here he was, lingering awake, thinking about this girl who seemed to have taken over his mind. Those lips. So soft, so wet. And then he realized it wasn’t just a sexy lip biting picture she had sent.He blinked.Then he blinked again.He struggled but then swallowed a few times, and then put his phone down on the bed.Fuck.The girl had nerve, he had to give her that. Probably big balls of. I considered that ‘Fab’ was not my nickname it had been adopted by Benney. Until now he was the only one who called me that. It was a name I found repulsive. She squeezed my arm as we parted. “Cotton?” It was the voice I was beginning to adore. Or Abhor? I grunted and looked at my watch. It was seven fifteen. I was already five minutes late according to the way we planned it. Had I left on time my phone would have gone unanswered. “Do you still have that stack of records?, the ones you and.