Jennifer Sheridan stood in the door to my office as if she were Fay Wray and I was King Kong and a bunch of black guys in sagebrush tutus were going to tie her down so that I could have my way. It's a look I've seen before, on men as well as women. "I'm a detective, Ms. Sheridan. I'm not going to hurt you. You may even find that you like me." I gave her my best Dudley Do-Right smile. The one with the twinkle.
-Robert Crais, Free Fall: An Elvis Cole Novel