As the phones rang outside her office, answered by various personal assistants, Charla Fox sat behind her desk texting away on her phone.
‘Are we still on for tonight?’
He answered, ‘Yes.’
‘Can you get kinky?’
‘How kinky?’
‘Ben Wa balls.’
Charla waited and waited for his response. He was probably using a search engine to find out what Ben Wa balls are. He finally texted back.
‘In you, right?’
“Of course.’
‘I can accommodate that.’
Thomas Keller was a good looking man with strong looking hands and a great smile under his hipster beard. At least that how he looked on his profile picture of him hiking in the Canadian Rockies.
“Ms. Fox?”
Charla looked up to see her summer intern Jason Graham standing at the door. A twenty three year old kid with charming good looks, the senior from Columbia had been her gopher all summer in her investment banking department. He looked a little disheveled from the humidity in his Hugo Boss suit, the one of two suits he’d worn every day while mixing them with a couple of sports jackets. He stepped in an envelope.