Chapter 201

• Unexpected seduction
• Amy felt ridiculous as she knocked on the door of the apartment right across the hall from her. She was wearing – or rather, forced to wear – an outfit that had less actual material to it than slips of strings and crisscrossing ribbons. The black fuck-me shoes had higher heels than anything she was used to, and she kept feeling as if she was about to topple over. The thigh-high, lacy edged stockings threatened to slip off her slim legs, and she pulled them up hurriedly as she heard footsteps nearing the door on the other side. She struck what she hoped to be a sexy pose, pouted her glossed-up lips, and waited. Her head was screaming at her to bolt when she hear the chain slicking back, and the key turning in the lock, but her feet felt glued to the floor. And then the door swung open.
• It wasn’t Jack.