Echeveria. This is a personal matter that concerns Mr. Westbrook, not his company. I thought it better to deliver it here rather than at his home.”�...�A personal matter you say?”“Yes. Private.”“Let me make a quick phone call then,” Echeveria said and walked to the opposite side of the foyer. He gave his cell phone a thorough workout before he joined Jerome again. “Mr. Westbrook’s personal assistant will see you. Mrs. Carling is authorized to act for Mr. Westbrook.”Jerome shrugged. At least he. She had hoped that this would put her in a position of greater power over him, but in the back of her mind there also lurked the fear that he would meet with that columnist the way he had threatened to do.Ignorant of the blackmail threat that hung over them, her handsome senator husband sat across a custom-built desk that covered his knees.Sylvie knew that her two brothers-in-law would be waiting to meet them in Grandville, that they too would be spending the weekend at the family place. Their. Please feel free to visit me any time you wish. Miss Rachel may still be busy for some time. Perhaps you would care to bathe in the meantime. There is hot water in the big bath. Now if you’ll forgive me.”Back in the dining chamber, glowing from her bath and her hair still moist, Jennifer was buried so deeply in her books, her mind flying into realms she had scarcely dreamed of, that she never heard Rachel padding softly back in. Rachel leant against the wall in pleasure watching her young. .. Wait aminute. The only underwear in the bathroom is her panties. It's eithermy wet, cold briefs or her scanty, feminine panties. I try not to thinkabout what a set-up this is, as I pull down my soaking briefs and snatchthe first pair of panties I can find. Oh, God ... they had to be theleopard ones. The tiny, satiny, leopard-print panties. I can hear hernow....I slip into the tight panties and rush into her bedroom. I hope I canmake a quick entrance and dive under the covers before.