A Lonely Landlady's Fantasy
Only after it swung wide did I remember—my dress wasn't lined, leaving me practically bare beneath.
If someone noticed…
To my surprise, it was Antonio standing outside, the same man whose strength had overwhelmed his girlfriend earlier.
What was Antonio doing at my door?
When I opened it fully, his gaze froze for a moment.
The black silk mini-dress I wore accentuated my curves, with its delicate fabric clinging to my body in all the right ways, showing off my melons and hips.
Antonio's Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes flickered downward, catching sight of the view from my plunging neckline before snapping back up.