Emma might have smiled or she might have smirked when I stood all but naked in front of her. Up to that point she had been nodding, though at me or the caller, I couldn’t tell.
“Listen, dear, I hear what you"re saying, but I’m not going to be able to solve it now. I’m about to go into a meeting.” Pause. “For one of the charities. They love my money, you know that.” Pause. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
A moment later she disconnected the call and put the phone down on the bed. I had just been standing there naked in front of her while she talked.
I think we both got off on that.
Emma made a face as she put down the phone. “My daughter. Very high maintenance.”
“Oh.” I suddenly remembered that Emma was about twice my age and a widow. It only made sense she had a child, a daughter. T
