A delicate dance of seduction; but who's seducing who?

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Amber smiled conspiratorially as she closed the door behind Jacob, who arrived in a gentle cloud of incense smoke and clove cigarettes.

"She just got out of the shower," she whispered, gesturing toward Christie's closed bedroom door. "And don't worry. I'm not listening and won't hear a thing." She tipped a caddish wink before returning her ear buds to her ears and striding purposefully toward the kitchen and a miniscule stack of dishes.

Christie paced back and forth along her bed, scrutinizing three carefully selected outfit choices that now lay arranged across the rosette dotted duvet. The red silk was...