“Miss. Briggs, we’re finally home and eager to see what’s been done.” Jake’s in charming mode, all Carrero suave, and sultry-voiced, with his smile reserved for clients and shoulder-rubbing rich folks.

“You must let me show you then.” She gushes, leaning down to slide her arm through his, but I step up beside him quickly so she’s met with my rather close cleavage; at least she has the decorum to look mildly uncomfortable. She smiles tightly and moves back awkwardly, a ...