PhillipI heard a knock on the door, sharp and deliberate, pulling me away from the financial columns of my newspaper.“Come in,” I called out, barely lifting my eyes.The door creaked open, and there she was—Tina, with her cleaning bucket and mop in tow.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted softly. Her voice was laced with that peculiar politeness that I had come to notice over the past three days. She had been living under my roof, helping with the household chores, laughing and bonding with my ever-naive wife. And yet, there was something about her I couldn’t stand. Something… off.I gave her a curt nod and returned to my paper, pretending not to notice her as she got to work.But I noticed.How could I not?As she bent to sweep the floor, her short gown shifted, revealing smooth, golden thighs that seemed to shimmer under the morning light. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and torturous. The fabric of her dress clung to her in all the right places, outlining her curves as if it ha
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