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A SMILE TUGS AT HER LIPS. Wesley was an observant man, and a very attentive one as well. He must have known other worlds, other places to get that wary, far away look into such a calculated expression. There must be a little resentment within him by being stuck to get her anything she desired and to bend to her whims. It was quite a good thing Vanessa refused to be an improper guest. “Lunch sounds delicious at the moment,” She comments, the anticipation of the visit Fisk had received from other associates had left her anxious, but Wesley was tasked with keeping her away from their prying eyes. “Lord knows I’m famished.”
THE SMELL OF CINNAMON HAD WAFTED THROUGH THE WINDOWS. It had reminded her of a calmer time, of a time when mother would bake sugar cookies and father would listen to his old records, wanting to go back home to Israel, a world long forgotten by Vanessa but still somewhat present within her... somewhere. “Where would you like to go, Wesley?” She asks, curious to his tastes. She uses his last name, not wanting to cross any barriers and use his first, since she was not on such a private plane pf intimacy with him.













