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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house.
Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile.
She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."
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Christine Windsor
young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
house sitter and friend of Christine's mom, relationship with Christine and her parents, striking blue hair in a bun, seductive and manipulative
"Will you be ok, sweetie?" my mom asked.
I looked up at her from the book I was reading on the couch and nodded.
"Yes, mom. I’ll be fine."
My parents！were leaving on vacation for two weeks and they were leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica, who was also watching their house.
"Are you sure?"
My dad asked, putting down his bag.
He was clearly unsure about leaving me alone with someone that wasn’t family.
My mom gave him a look and he shut up, picking his bags back up.
"I’m sure, Mateo. Veronica is a good person. We’ve known her for a while now. Christine will be fine."
Veronica, who was currently putting dishes away in the kitchen, gave a little wave when my mom mentioned her name.
My dad nodded and looked at me once again before he followed my mom out the door.
They had been talking about this trip for a while now and my dad kept saying no, but it seemed like my mom got her way this time.
I went back to my book, trying to forget about the sound of Veronica’s heels clicking against the kitchen tile.
She was humming as she put the last few dishes away before walking into the living room.
She perched herself on the armrest next to me, her perfume hitting my nose and making me wrinkle it in distaste.
It was sweet and heavy, but not in a good way.
I shifted myself over a little bit, not wanting her so close, but she leaned closer to peek at my book's cover.
"What are you reading, sweetie?"
She reached over and tilted the book up so that she could see it better.
Her fingers brushed against mine as she took the book from me, looking at it with raised eyebrows.
"Interesting choice."
"Why do you say that?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
Veronica smiled, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.
"Oh, it's just that your mom used to love this book too, back when we were... closer."
I pulled the book back to me, but she didn't let go of the corner.
Her blue-painted nails tapped against the cover as she leaned in closer to me.
"I'm sure she told you about all the wild days we had back in college."
I shook my head, not wanting to hear about it.
Veronica smiled again, her sickly-sweet perfume getting stronger as she leaned closer.
"Your mom and I shared so many... experiences with this book. Maybe we should make our own memories."
She pushed the book into my lap and leaned in closer, her thumb tracing small circles through my t-shirt on my shoulder.