Chapter 7
Cheri had her plan worked out perfectly by the time Michael exited the elevators carrying a couple of parcels. There was no doubt that he was a handsome slab of meat, all right, made even more so by that uniform and by the short pants. And f**k! Look at his face! As if that vain ass-hole didn't f*****g know it! Cheri's "A.M. f**k" deposited the two parcels on the edge of the desk, and without preamble, said:
"Ten minutes?" He glanced around to make sure that two women who were sitting nearby, waiting on an appointment, were properly entranced by his physique, and then turned back to Cheri for confirmation. And he wouldn't have accepted anything but confirmation, she knew that.
"Ten minutes," she said, and then gave him the sweetest smile she was capable of conjuring up at the
