She sighed, the breath rustling loose strands of hair that hung over her face. "Red hot. You can see my dilemma. But the quality is choice. I don't lie about that. It wastes everyone's time, mine included."
She took his hand, gave him the strong-grip shake her father had taught her early on. Dead fish belonged on the dinner table, not in a meeting.
"I'm Celeste. How's about we go somewhere a little cooler? I'm new so I don't really have a spot. And you're not coming to my hotel room. Sorry." The brunette smiled winningly.