When the two of them came into the office half an hour later Danny had chili all down the front of his shirt and splashed across what did not look like a clearance rack tie. Schwartz was going down on an ice cream cone like maybe he was on the verge of an orgasm, his chin, cheeks, and nose dotted mint green, his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Boys,” Monica said with a laugh and an admonishing look. “I hope everybody has clean clothes in his office?”
Danny looked down around his own monster ice cream cone at the lunch buffet across his chest and let loose a muttered “s**t,” which got a laugh out of Schwartz, oblivious to his own mess.
“Mister Schwartz, may I present Mrs. Rai?” Monica asked, drawing their attention to the sari-wrapped bundle hidden behind one of the palms that flanked he
