Sherman said. I could hear him settling in his seat and flipping papers while I anxiously awaited any bit of information he could give me about the puzzle that was Delaine Talbot. There was a timid knock on the door to my study, and then it opened wide. Delaine positioned herself there rather seductively, her arms stretched above her head as she arched her back against the door frame. Her wet hair was tossed back off her shoulders and her long legs were angled so that one was bent at the knee. She was wearing black wrap-around heels, the cuff with my family’s crest, one of my black dress ties, and nothing else. “I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?” Her voice was a purr of erotic lust. She seductively fingered the tie that hung loosely in the valley of her fuckawesome tits. “I can leave if you want.” My heart thumped erratically in my chest, and I was sure my mouth had to be hanging open. She was a vixen, a porn star … a goddess. My cock strained against the zipper of my suddenly too tight khaki pants, all the blood having raced there within a millisecond.
