Knock at the Door*'

You hear the sound of a knock at the door, making sure your robe is in place, you head over to the door.

"Hello?" You ask tentatively, Greg hadn't said anyone would be coming.

"Hey, Mrs. Jones? Is that you?" The voice was familiar to you.

"Ms. Easton," you ask, recognizing the voice of Greg's personal assistant, and "minder" as the joke around the office was for the sometimes absentminded Greg. You quickly open the door, revealing a beautiful black woman in a blue dress. Wearing her long hair in a ponytail, skin that seemed to glisten, and with a figure that caused her dress to fill with curves, Rochelle Easton was an incredibly sexy woman.

"Oh honey no need for that formality. Please call me "Rochelle." She greets you with a bright smile, then looks about the room. "That lazy ass still in bed?"

"Um.." You were hesitant to answer.

"It's okay, Girl, Jackie gave me the details," Rochelle assures in a supportive tone. "Though even if she didn't I knew that hound was after you for awhile."

Relief is replaced with a laugh. "He's not a subtle guy."

"He is not," she winks at you before heading over to the bedroom. "Yo, Saunders! Answer your phone you horndog!"

"Whaa-what? Rochelle! Shit!" You hear Greg go from disoriented to horror in a blink. You try very hard not to laugh.

"You got your phone on 'vibrate' again. Look, I get it, you're with a fine lady and don't want to be interrupted, but you don't keep the phone on 'vibrate' right before a big trip!" She sounds somewhere between exasperated and consoling.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Greg apologizes, standing up as you walk in. To your surprise he makes no move to get dressed, standing completely naked.

Rochelle for her part looks nonplussed, openly admiring him much like you were.

"Okay that improves my mood a bit, but Jackie still needs us to move things up," she explains.

"Move things up? Something wrong?" You ask curiously.

"Jackie says she's got something she needs to finish here first, but she wants us to go ahead of her and secure the venue," Rochelle explains. "Which I tried to tell Mr. Saunders here, but he was apparently distracted."

Greg looks a little sheepish at that as he puts his clothes on. You feel you should come to his aid.

"I had just been through something trying, and Greg comforted me," you confess, the knowledge of David and Diane's actions still stinging.

It apparently shows on your face as Rochelle's expression turns concerned.

"Well we still got some time to get ready. I'll head down and tell Miles it'll be a little bit," she offers.