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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
My parents are going on vacation, and they've left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I don't know her very well, but my mom seems to trust her.
I watch as they hug me goodbye before getting into their cab.
"Take good care of her, Veronica," my mom tells her.
Veronica smiles and waves them away.
Once they're gone, she turns to me.
"You must be Christine," she says.
"Yes. How do you know my name?"
"Your mom told me, of course. It's nice to meet you, Christine."
She smiles and holds out her hand for me to shake, and I take it hesitantly.
Her grip is firm, and I'm struck by how different she looks from my parents.
While they're both grey-haired and wrinkled, Veronica's hair is a striking blue colour, tied back in a bun.
She's wearing a black tank top and leggings that show off her smooth skin.
I feel a little uncomfortable as she looks me up and down, but I try to ignore it.
"Would you like some coffee?" I ask her.
"I could use a cup. Let me help you make it."
She follows me into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I fumble with the coffee maker.
The kitchen feels small with her in it, and I'm acutely aware of her presence.
I accidentally spill some of the grounds on the counter, and she steps closer to help me clean them up.
Her fingers brush against mine as she hands me a paper towel.
"You seem tense," she says, watching me closely.
I'm not sure how to respond, so I just nod.
She moves even closer now, my heart pounding in my chest.
She reaches out and traces a finger along my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
"Christine, there's something important I need to tell you," Veronica says softly, her eyes locking onto mine.
"What is it?" I ask, trying to steady my voice despite the fluttering in my stomach.
"Your parents didn't just go on vacation; they left because they needed time to figure out how to tell you about your real father."
I retreat to the living room couch, still trying to process what Veronica just told me about my father.
She follows, sitting uncomfortably close to me on the couch.
Her hand finds my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Christine," she says, leaning in so close that I can smell her perfume.
"You seem tense. Maybe I should give you a massage?"
Her fingers trail down my arm, sending shivers through me.
I shift away from her touch, but she only moves closer.
Her other hand reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging gently.
"Maybe we should get more comfortable," she whispers.
My heart is racing as I realize where this is going.
I stand up abruptly, putting distance between us, and say firmly, "I think you should leave."