From Hero Worship:
“Time for supper, Mr. Nadig.” The voice sang its way into his consciousness, the tinkling tone sounding familiar.
He peered through his lashes at its owner—another orderly who usually brought him his meals. She was the Amazonian type: tall, well-built, and blonde. She could have been Soren’s sister …
She winked at him …
He looked again to the orderly. “Julie?”
She nodded, smiled, and settled on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, the material of her trousers pulling taut over her thigh.
“Full… marks… for the… body… girl.”