On the way out, Lexi passed by Melanie's desk again. The girl was still flushed, her blonde hair stuck out at odd angles. She gave Lexi a shy little wave.

"You OK?" Lexi asked. She leaned in close to Melanie's desk. She loved everything they'd done, and she was sure her father's assistant felt the same. But Lexi couldn't help but feel guilty, too. Maybe this girl liked to be used, but that didn't mean it was right to use her.

Melanie looked up at her with big, shy eyes. A wicked little smile started to form on her face. "I'm fine," the little blonde said, "In fact, well, if...