Chapter Seven
After Jill had shown Amelia out, she stood with her back against the door for long minutes, as though rooted to the spot. What she had wanted to say to her new client was, “Look in the mirror. Look at that splendid, igniting smile when it comes through, and soak up all its energy. Look into your beautiful, brown eyes and let their soulfulness fill you with—” She had to stop herself. She shouldn’t even have been thinking those thoughts while in session. What was she? Newly graduated and not in control of her impulses? But decades of experience didn’t inoculate you against the mind-altering effect a gorgeous woman could have on you. That much was clear. And that voice. Jill wanted to bathe in it—drown in it. At the very least, she’d like to lie next to Amelia—preferably naked—
