"Hey, Sheila. It's Max Shaw." "Haven't heard from you in a while, Max. We'll have to do some drinks sometime." Sheila had a flirtatious lilt to her voice, and he had no doubt there was more to her offer than drinks alone. And he'd taken her up on that offer on more than one occasion in the past. A dazzling, long-legged redhead, she used her assets to her advantage in more ways than one. He could envision her leaning back against her chair, her short skirt and long legs making a perfect picture of one sexy woman. Max shook his head. A hookup with the assistant to the mayor was not what he needed right now. "Yep, that would be great." He waited a beat before he finished, unwilling to piss her off. She was his key to the man who held the power to do what he needed done. "How about next Tuesday, say eight?" He could always call it off later if he had to. "Sounds good. Now what can I do for you, Max—besides the usual, that is?" The sound of her laughter made him smile. He liked Sheila. And she was a means to an end.
