A figure appeared in the doorway, an hourglass in a gorgeous green dress. Today, it was strapless with a slight V to reveal the seam of Tessa's breasts. The color brought out the creaminess in her skin and the luster of her upswept blonde hair. She strutted forward, her hips punching the air on either side in time to her clicking heels. Her blue eyes flitted over the map as she stopped at the side, regarding it, then me, with a chilly, blank stare.

"I put you in the kitchen," ...