Michael held my hand. CourtneyBrockers moved across the bed, to be within the vision of the hospitaladministrator as he spoke. "Mr. Meyer, I'm Brent... Westin, CEO andadministrator of Memorial Hospital. I'm going to do everything I can tocorrect this situation and we are investigating the circumstances andwill take punitive actions against those found responsible. We areprepared to do anything we can do to make this better for you and wewill be revising our procedures to make sure this never. "Ms. Nivose, I wasn't finished with that pen." He tried his best to soundcalm and professional, but it was always difficult hiding the annoyance hefelt when she was around. "A thousand pardons, Angel." She slipped the pen back into Paul's grasp,resting her palm on the back of his hand a moment longer than necessary.Instead of being enjoyable, her icy touch made the hairs on his knucklesstand up and the muscles in his forearm quiver spasmodically."Thank you, Ms. Nivose." Paul was barely able to. That would have been right up her alley screwing his bro behind his back. He was sure his brother Chris would be all too pleased to sample a piece of red head ass. All he had to do was figure out a way to bait his little lovely into the situation. Or he could just tie her up like she did to her men. Nah, he wanted her to really want it.Colin noticed a pretty little brunette flight attendant who was eying him and decided to have a little bit of fun for himself. Couldn't hurt, he would be. I’d eaten most of my sandwich and felt stuffed, while she was indulging in the Chinese food the partners were providing.I was deep in a zone, working at a steady pace when the knock at the door startled me. I looked up and one of the girls was standing there. “There’s a woman looking for you,” she said lightly. I didn’t have a secretary or assistant. Roger had picked a male assistant.I thanked her and got up to go to the door. There was Jennifer, looking uncertainly around the room. She’d been.