A good looking man alighted from a taxi. He wore a suit simple enough to pass off for a casual date with a friend but yet, professional enough to seem competent.
The top button of his white shirt was left unbuttoned. It was kind of his 'star' look. Anytime he left that part exposed, women all seemed to flock around him. His face, his physique, he was rather sexy and aesthetically pleasing to the eye, that unbuttoned top made him look dangerous.
He did not look like a profiler.
He had received information that he would be working with two incompetent women whose brains were obviously in their tits. This he was ready for. He wanted to dance in each of their beds or three of them together in a bed.
Unfortunate that a man so good looking only followed the direction his male organ was pointing at.
He felt leisurely.
