Her eyes closed as his warm hands circled the globes of her breasts.  Everything felt so urgent, but she wanted so desperately to enjoy his touch....and then they were interrupted.  It took Roxie's brain a moment to catch up with what had caused them to stop, but once she did, she took the shirt back and slipped it back over her body.<br/><br/>"FBI, your chef let us in.  I'm Agent Jones, and we'd like to have a word with Miss Levante."  A somewhat deep male voice offered through the door.  "We'd really appreciate it if you'd open the door..."