Page 87 of The Heart You Kept

“I see. Have you had a fight or an incident?”

“Nothing like that.” I sigh. “Actually, you are to blame for this problem.”

“Me?” He frowns. “How am I responsible for a problem of yours?”

“Well, you made me go to that stupid club in Switzerland way back.”

“Oh.” His eyes light up. “Yes, I remember. What about it?”

“I ran into her.”

“Ahh.” He swings on his chair as if fascinated. “If I remember correctly, you tried to find her after you returned from Switzerland.”

“Yes.” I roll my lips as uneasiness falls over me.

“How was it, seeing her again?”

I wring my hands together. “Good.”

“Just good?”

I exhale, disappointed in myself. “Too good.”

“It’s still there between you?” He scribbles something down on his notepad. “What is her name?”

“Alora.”

“What happened when you and Alora saw each other?”

I puff air into my cheeks. “I stole her for a moment away from her partner and took her upstairs and we kissed.”

“Okay.” He watches me as he listens. “So she is also in a relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Married?”

“No.”

“Have you seen her since?”

“I have.”

“What happened?”

“I was mentoring her.” I shrug. “Strictly professional, of course.”

“May I ask, if you wanted to remain strictly professional, why you would offer to mentor someone that you are sexually attracted to?”

I stare at him but remain silent.

“Would you consider entering a relationship with this woman?” he asks.

“No.”

“Why not?”

I screw my hands together as I contemplate my answer.