"So you can help me!" Jessica turned back, fueled by this promising prospect, all toss-hair and come-hither shifts of her shoulders. "I knew it, from the moment I laid eyes on you," and those eyes were laying all over him again like a satin sheet, and there was her soft, delicate hand, finding it his chest once more as if drawn like a magnet, "that you could help me find..." And somehow, her voice managed to find a slightly lower, slightly sultrier octave, and her body sought to eliminate any of that pesky space between them again, "exactly what I need."