Chapter 13

• A chuckle emerged from my throat; the request on the subway had become an important phone call. By the time I put down the telephone, we'd settled on meeting at his office around 11.30 a.m. and it was 10.30 already. I still had a pile of messages to answer and had to find the portfolio most suited for this campaign.
• At exactly 11.30, I was at Jeremy Jenkins' office and introduced myself to his secretary; she buzzed him through the intercom and announced, "Gayle Addison of Thalassa Promotions is here to see you, Mr. Jenkins." Two seconds later the door to his office opened and there he was, the man from the subway train, and my luncheon appointment. His eyes glanced me over and an evil smile surrounded his lips when he shook my hand and said, "Jeremy Jenkins; nice to meet you, Ms. Addison. Would you mind having lunch in my office? As I told you earlier I am expecting a rather important telephone call."
• Grinning up at him, I answered, "Not at all Mr. Jenkins." As I stepped into his office, his hand brushed past my breast and I blushed fiercely; he told his secretary to call the deli down the street for him. Then he closed the door behind him and glanced me over, that cat-caught-the-canary smile still surrounded his lips.