"Well, hello baby doll, that's one hell of a suit you've got there, when did you get that?" she leaned up on her elbows and looked over her sunglasses... smiling up at him. "Right before we left, you like it?". "You know I like anything on you babe" he said with a wink as he laid his towel out next to hers, climbing down and looking her over. She'd laid back down by now, her smile widening when she felt his soft finger tips running over her stomach, then her thighs. "Ya know, it is about time I. Wallace nodded as he started writing on the pad in front of him. ‘Go on.’ I took a breath. ‘Well let’s see. I laid down on the couch and I must have fallen asleep.’ He looked up at me. ‘What time was this?’ I thought about that for a minute. ‘Probably around 3 or 3:30.’ He nodded again. ‘When I woke up it was quarter to five. I knew Hawk would be home soon, so I went into the kitchen to start dinner.’ He continued writing, not looking at me. ‘What time did Hawk get home?’ ‘About 5 after 5.’ He. Hannah frantically pulled out the phone, trying to ignore the smoldering gaze of woman underneath her boss. He recited an order for food and told her where to get it, then motioned for her to leave. Hannah had never been so glad to leave a room in her life. As she closed the office door behind her, she saw that Katie was laughing. "You'll have to get used to that. Mister Williamson is a busy man and often mixes business with pleasure."*** It didn't take long for Hannah to find the restaurant. If Veronica vetted a project, it stayed vetted.The social dynamics of my company would be a publishable paper, if I ever chose to write it. Initially, Morgan Robertson and Richard Harold formed an uneasy alliance. Between them, they would shape an idea to float past Veronica. If Veronica got on board, Vivian would crunch the numbers. If those made sense, the thing worked. Otherwise, chaos. I could not have planned it better, even given a year and a dozen graduate assistants to run data.It came.