Zoya was surprised as he pulled her to him. She knew that her hug was most unprofessional, but still she had felt the need to try and comfort the man. She felt him react to her kiss, but she merely blushed and looked down at her feet. Zoya had learned many years prior not to become involved with clients.<br/><br/>"You are most welcome, my dear. I'm so glad to hear that I helped you...Feel free to visit me again anytime!" Her warmth and her sincerity was in her eyes and her words as she spoke. She knew he may need her assistance again, and she would be happy to provide it. She walked him to the door of her tent and reached up to give his arm a squeeze before he left her. Waving from the doorway as he took off, she watched him walk away with just a hint of sadness in her heart.<br/><br/>Turning the sign over the door, she went back inside and chuckled as she caught sight of the chocolates he had brought her. I guess it's time for dinner, she thought, as she grabbed the box from the table. These will be the perfect after dinner dessert...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Vivaldi;"> Madame Zoya is OUT</span></span>