Rochelle Easton, Greg's assistant'

"Mr. Saunders? Mr. Saunders?" The voice was professional in tone at first, but then came a burst of sass. "Greg! I know your lazy ass isn't still in bed!"

"Oh shit," you hear Greg say in an uncharacteristically worried tone, as he tries to pull out of you in a dignified manner.

"Is that-?" You start to ask.

"Greg! You know Jackie wanted to have you up and around by now!" The commanding voice interrupts your question.

"Yep. Rochelle's here," Greg answers in a semi-serious, ominous tone, quickly putting on a bathrobe.

You had only met the woman a few times, but your initial impression was of a brilliant woman who was the definition of "having her shit together." From what you understood, along with you, Rochelle was one of those women in the company that Jackie seemed to be grooming to be the next generation of the company's leadership. Greg, for all his good traits, was sometimes known to be a bit absentminded, and it was something of an inside joke that Jackie assigned Rochelle to be Greg's "minder" to keep him on track.

You put on a robe of your own as you hear Greg open the door.

"Rochelle! Hi! Is it really-?" Greg starts to schmooze.

"Uh uh, don't bat your pretty eyes at me, Mister," Rochelle, a stunning black woman in a blue dress walked into the room. Her skin was a complexion that seemed to shine, her hair was done up in a long ponytail, and her blue dress clung to her sizable bust and ample hips. "We're supposed to be getting you ready for-" The woman pauses when she sees you poking your head from the bathroom. When she does, her demeanor changes, a friendly smile crossing her full lips. "Oh hey, Suzy, right?"

You felt some initial panic at someone catching you with your boss's husband, but her tone immediately puts you at ease.

You nod. "Hello again, Ms. Easton," you greet her with a small smile.

"Oh no need for formalities with me, hon. Just call me, Rochelle," she assures, coming over to you.

"Rochelle-" Greg starts.

"It's "Ms. Easton" to you, lover boy," She corrects sternly. "You get first name privileges back when you get your ass in gear."

"But I thought we didn't need to be ready for a couple more hours," you asks, a bit confused.

"On the old schedule, yeah, but somebody apparently doesn't read his texts when a pretty face is involved," Rochelle informs, shooting Greg a look. "Jackie wants us to go ahead of her and secure the venue. She's got something she wants to finish up here first, then will make her own flight."

Greg had since gone over to check his phone. "Ah shit," he palms his face. "Sorry, Ms. Easton."

"Oh stop looking like a kicked puppy. You can call me, Rochelle, again," she sighs, then turns to you and whispers. "He's so lucky he's cute."

You chuckle at that.

"Okay, Miles has the car out front. I'll give you two a little bit to get yourselves together, but then we got to head out." She lays out the law, heading back toward the door. "And get your phone off 'vibrate,' Saunders." She then brings her hand up and lays a hard slap to Greg's ass on her way out.

"Yow! Yes, Rochelle!" Greg actually rubs the spot on his butt as his assistant leaves the room.