The doorbell was buzzing. He woke up disoriented. He looked at the clock—7:00 A.M.—and couldn’t believe he had overslept. Sitting up, he regretted going out the night before when he had known he would have to get an early start the next morning. The doorbell rang again. “Who the hell could that be?” he said, rising from the bed, feeling cranky from the lack of sleep. “That had better not be Janet,” he said aloud, walking down the hall. He stabbed the intercom button with his index finger and yelled, “What?” “Mr. Harrison, Deanna Meyers…” She hesitated. “From Meyers Investigation. I need to speak to you.” He rubbed his face, trying to wipe away the sleep. “Are you crazy? It’s seven in the morning.” “It’s important, sir.” He heaved an angry sigh. “Okay, come on up.” He walked back to the bedroom to retrieve his robe and made it back to the living room as the elevator door opened. Deanna stepped off the elevator; she was wearing a cream coat and the same dress she’d had on the night before. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head. “Ms. Meyers, this is not a good time.” “Yes, I’m aware of that. I have some information I needed to share with you.” “And it couldn’t have waited until business hours?” he asked sarcastically. “No,” she said, offering him a faint smile. He ran his fingers through his hair. “What is it?” “I came to tell you that I’ve been thinking about you since you walked out of my office.” She dropped her coat on the floor, taking a step closer. “I think you are the most handsome man I’ve ever met.” She let her hair down, shaking it free, then slid her dress from her shoulders, allowing it to glide down her body and land at her feet, revealing blue lace panties and a matching bra. He felt himself grow hard instantly, his sex throbbing with intense heat. She unhooked her bra and dropped it on her dress, revealing her full, pert breasts. She stepped in front of him. Standing on her toes, she reached up and licked his lips. “I want to feel your strong arms around me,” she whispered against his mouth. He felt her nipples brush against the material of his robe. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her closer, crushing her to him. She put her arms around his neck, licking his lips again, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He gladly accommodated it. He still heard a constant buzzing; he tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Struggling through the fog of sleep, he reached over and hit the snooze button on the alarm clock. His manhood was throbbing more than ever. He groaned, “Ms. Meyers, what are you doing to me?”