Daniel was in his office, just as Susan had predicted, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, preparing for another night of self-punishment. What almost happened with Beverly tortured him; emotions had betrayed him thinking of her, trying to recall the sensations Deanna provoked in him. And now he had another disaster on his hands: trying to repair his mistake.
He knew that she was always waiting for him to give her some kind of signal or to yield to her intentions, but he never saw her that way. No matter how much she showed herself in his presence or if she kept a low profile, he never felt attraction to Beverly. If he had not reacted in time, he would now be regretting it.
Someone knocked on his door, but he did not even answer. He heard the door open and opened his ey
