After dinner, Jared grinned to himself as he watched Amy step inside her house and softly close the door, her eyes boldly locked with his until the last second.
He continued grinning like a teenager after a first date as he walked back to his place, picturing those curves tightly packed into a pair of jeans and a crop top. Then there was her phone conversation. Goddamn that phone conversation. At first, he'd been furious with the idea that she was forced to work as a phone s*x operator in order to make ends meet. He listened to the conversation though and quickly picked up on her love of the subject matter. He'd stood silently behind her, absorbing every word, like a peeping pervert.
The more he learned about Amy, the more he wanted to spend time with her. Everything about her was a turn
