Exhausted from shopping and my Orange Julius with Satan, I staggered into my room and saw the large box sitting on the end of my bed. It was a plain brown cardboard box, so I honestly didn't think anything of it. It was boot-sized, so I figured Jess had picked me up a pair of winter boots to kick around in while she was out and about.

I flipped off the top of the box... and nearly fell into the box. There, nestled in crisp white tissue paper, were Kate Spade's Mondrian boots, way out of my reach at five hundred bucks. A dream in buttery black and red leather, with an inch and a half heel, they looked sleek and cool just sitting there. I could practically hear them telling me "Vrooom, vrooom!"

"Oooh, oooh," I gurgled, totally beyond coherent speech. Me likey! I snatched them up-tissue paper and box and all-to my chest. "Ooooh!"

Instantly rejuvenated, I whipped around to dart out and show them to-well, anybody-and there was Sinclair standing in the doorway, smiling. His dark eyes sparkled and he said, "Since you seduced me, it seemed only fair that I seduce you."

"Oh, baby!" I cried, and danced across the room to give him a kiss.