She walked around and sat on the desk directly in front of me, crossing her legs so her nylon-clad toes of her left foot were dangling inches from me. "I disagree completely, Cassie," she said, "you are a fashion disaster, just like your store before I arrived and saved it." She paused, slowly swinging her foot towards me, before adding, "now I must save you."

"From what?" I scoffed, even though I was curious what she thought she was saving me from, as I continued to be distracted from Amber's toes so close to me. I don't know why but I wanted to massage her feet like she accused me...