Where could we possibly hire people with those kinds of skills?” Tanvi turned in Nick’s arms so that her back was pressed against his chest, then ...ooked back at him over her shoulder and smiled.“We could probably steal some of them away from SSCS,” Nick answered.Tanvi leaned back against him. “You see? Without any prompting at all, you’ve come up with the same plan that was executed the two times the Service really put their foot down and told a rich, powerful client they couldn’t have. "Care to dance?"I took her hand, laced my fingers into hers and rose from the light pink winged back chair I was sitting in. I knew from the look in her eyes she had more than dancing on her mind. I was pleased.I followed her to the dance floor, walking slowly behind her taking in the sexy way she wiggled her derriere.I blushed, allowing my mind to wander, imagining my face buried deep in the crevice of her sweet ass.She stopped near the far left corner of the dance floor and raised her arms up. Sampson remembered a dog-fight with a pit-bull that made him teach the bitch-crazed animal that sometimes technique is better than a hard bite and no ability to use every dirty trick in the book to defeat one’s opponent. He had left that pit-bull minus some parts and a lot more educated about studying his enemy before he started a fight. The French Poodle that he mounted immediately after could only whine and whimper because she knew he was a winner and she took everything he dished out without. Gabrielle was a sturdy looking woman, with a voice as deep sounding as Kathleen Turner’ and with the confidence and sensuality of Sharon Stone. She had of late even taken to having her hair cut androgynously short. Audrey parked her Audi by the dreaded shops of Rodeo Drive again, purely owing to the awful fact there was no parking to be found elsewhere. She prayed she would not run into Michaela once more. But it was not to be. No sooner had she began to walk toward the office building by way.