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    her friend’s hint of insecurity. “Then he
    doesn’t deserve you,” she said.
    “You’re right,” Angela sniffed, sitting
    up and regaining her composure. “I’m
    going to go right home and tell him so!”
    When Angela left, Jessica curled up on
    the sofa to think about the information her
    friend has just shared. Jessica’s first night
    with Marco had been magical. So
    magical, in fact, that he ended up staying
    the entire weekend, only leaving on
    Monday morning because he had clients to
    see and she had auction work to do.
    Marco had introduced her to a whole
    new way of making love and she couldn’t
    wait to discover what else he had to teach
    her. He was coming back that evening and,
    if Jessica had her way, every evening after
    that!

    ***

    As the weeks passed, Marco and
    Jessica spent their daylight hours focusing
    on work and leading separate lives. Yet
    each night they came together as lovers,
    exploring each others’ bodies and sharing
    the most intimate details of their lives.
    For the time being, they had decided to
    keep their relationship private. Neither
    one was sure whether their friends and
    family would understand or accept the
    bond that the unlikely paid had built and
    neither one wanted anything - or anyone -
    to come between them.
    But two weeks before the Children’s
    Hospital benefit auction, Jessica got a
    frantic call from Rebecca Dorn. Her
    husband had fallen ill and she needed to
    step down as chairwoman of the event.
    She wanted Jessica to take her place.
    “Please Jessica,” Rebecca pleaded. “I
    know this is a lot to dump on you at the
    last minute, but there’s nobody else I
    trust.”
    Jessica thought before responding. A
    few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have had the
    confidence to say yes. But spending time
    with Marco had renewed her faith in
    herself. “I’ll do it!” she exclaimed.
    “Thank you, Jessica. I owe you one.”
    The women made plans to meet the
    next day so Rebecca could get Jessica up-
    to-speed on the remaining to-do list.
    Marco could see the worry etched on
    Jessica’s face when she told him that she
    had agreed to become the interim
    chairwoman of the benefit auction. But his
    faith in her abilities was absolute. “You
    can do this, Jessica, I know you can.”
    “The hours will be long, Marco. In
    addition to my daytime duties, I’ll need to
    spend my nights making sure that everyone
    else is doing what they are supposed to.”
    She didn’t have to tell him that her new
    commitment would put a crimp in their
    burgeoning relationship.
    “We can take a break between now and
    the auction so you can focus all of your
    attention on event planning,” he offered.
    “It will only be for two weeks. What is it
    that they say . . . absence makes the heart
    grow fonder?”
    Jessica didn’t like the idea of spending
    two weeks away from him, but Marco was
    right. She needed to give the auction her
    undivided attention.
    “Two weeks and then we’ll pick up
    where we left off, right?” She needed
    reassurance.
    “Yes,” Marco said, sweeping her up in
    his arms and carrying her up the stairs to
    the bedroom. “But tonight, you’re all
    mine.”

    ***

    The morning after the auction, Jessica
    forced herself out of bed at 9:00am,
    exhausted but pleased. Her hard work and
    time away from Marco had paid off: the
    event raised a record amount of money for
    the Children’s Hospital.
    While she would have preferred to
    sleep longer, she had a massage
    appointment with Marco that she didn’t
    want to miss. She was looking forward to
    being back on his table today - and having
    him back in her bed that night.
    Pulling into The Neighborhood Salon,
    Jessica reflected on the auction and how
    Marco’s encouragement gave her the
    confidence to succeed. She got out of the
    car quickly, anxious to get inside.
    “Hi Becky,” Jessica greeted the
    receptionist with a warm smile. “I’m here
    for my ten o’clock.”
    “Oh, hi Jessica.” Becky smiled