Amélie was waiting from her spot in the loft above the store. There was still a great deal of work to be done to make into a home, but there was enough space for the night. She had laid out a blanket, covered it with rose petals and lit a few scented candles. She wore one of her favourite creations, a sheer babydoll with a flyaway front and a matching thong. She heard Steven's voice, but took a moment to answer while she decided on the most seductive pose to take. "I'm upstairs." She finally replied. "Lock the door and get up here."