“Yeah. If you hear anything about big money moving around Seattle—say maybe while you are attending private parties in a particular penthouse suit...—you’ll let me know, won’t you?”Damn.Jordan and I are friends, but I don’t want him mixing in my investigations. I daresay he would feel the same way.“I’ve been trying to get someone in there for months,” Jordan continued. “If there’s no conflict of interest with your client, I’d like to piggyback on your assignment.”“As far as the condo goes, I. " And then the smell hit him. The musky, pungent animal-scent assailed Brent — the scent that he had never smelled before, yet he knew the odor, the deepest corners of his primal brain knew the scent. The scent of sex and breeding. The select molecules muffled Brent's higher brain functions, and questions began to die out as he groaned his desire. Her identical sister caressed him from behind, nibbled his ear, and bombarded him with a similar mating musk. Roaring his masculinity, the bathrobe. He thought, his face going red, as he struggled to adjust his stillexpanding penis beneath his trousers…He could suddenly feel rising panic,as he heard Marie's footsteps coming towards the kitchen. She couldn't seehis excitement! "Mr. Kent," Marie said, now coming into the kitchen behind him. "Can I helpyou with something here?" He was about to answer when he noticed that she wasleering straight into his eyes, a knowing look in her eyes. "Mr. Kent," shecontinued. "Did Kathy tell you that I got. Of course I immediately entertained yet another set of thoughts.I mean, how could I do it? How could I go to the biggest dance of my life - the only dance - well, it is to be hoped, the first fancy dress dance of my life - stark naked? I'd be - I'd be - I'd be - naked!Let me point out to you, that naked is NOT fancy dress! Naked is totally undressed! Totally!Of course, my date was going to be naked, too, but still."Mom, let's try again to find a dress today," I said over the bowl of corn flakes.