"Can I ask what has brought this on?" She moves away and walks over to the white leather sofa in the corner of the room, sitting down and patting the seat next to her. I sit and she takes my hand, grasping it tightly.
"I need to work this out by myself with him," I tell her. She doesn't need more explanation than that; she also knows the situation.
"I understand, I do, but our relationship is what it is and I don't mind helping. I wouldn't do it if I didn't think you were worth it—personally and professionally."
Esme is very loyal. I wonder why?
Disclaimer: My only claim is to this plot. This story is rated M. It has adult themes, including M/M slash.