Chapter 1.
Lisa's POV
I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I finished folding the last load of laundry in the basement.
The house was quiet today, my husband off on another business trip that would keep him gone for two weeks. I had the place to myself, except for Maria, our house cleaner, who came twice a week.
Today she brought her son, Jake, along because her babysitter flaked.
I heard ge was nineteen, tall and built from playing soccer, with short brown hair and these green eyes that always seemed to linger a bit too long when he looked at me.
I caught him staring at my ass more than once while I moved around the kitchen earlier, and it sent a little thrill through me each time.
God, what am I thinking? He's just a kid, but damn, he's grown into a man.
I shook my head, tryi
