He likes you, as usual," Willow said. "And of course you don't care.
You are such a bitch, sometimes."
"I am not. I can't help it if he likes me." Amber made a tiny swaggering move with her breasts. "Anyway, he likes you just as much."
"Well, why doesn't he look at me?"
"If you'd wear something besides jeans and work shirts . . ." Amber