We hadn't been introduced -- though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns.Mr. B...eechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored. If I had to choose one word to describe him, it'd be immaculate. I noticed that his nails had been buffed to a fine sheen as they took the mail from me. It felt like Mr. Beechem was saying much more than just "good morning" when he spoke. I was 40 miles away from home.We made our way up the stairs, she in front of I, her little firm ass right at eye level. We entered the apartment, which was blaring music, and there he was, sitting on the couch in his boxer briefs. I couldn't believe this. Claire plopped down onto the couch next to him, and it was at that moment I noticed that between Claire's erect nipples and the obvious, and impressive bulge in Kyle's underwear, I felt like a prude in my cutoff shorts and baggy sleeveless. As Andy had said, she was a natural. She knew the products and understood the concept of selling value. More importantly, she was aware that most of the decision-making in renovations and kitchen design was made by the wives, and that gave her an edge. She could talk their language. She wasn't shy about field work with the contractors, either. She could hold her own and not get run over by the rougher characters she would encounter.Brent had taken care of the conflict of interest problem by. When she finished her tea, she put the cup on the table and settled back down on Mason’s shoulder, her hand on his chest. He twitched, but didn’t awaken, so Lyndsey smiled and closed her eyes for a few minutes absorbing his warmth and feeling the satisfying rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.She wasn’t sure if she had dropped off or not, but something made her open her eyes. In front of her were Mr and Mrs P and a tall darker-skinned woman holding a baby, who was quiet and appeared to.