Scénario :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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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."
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
"See you in two weeks, baby," Mom kissed me on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself and be a good girl," Dad ruffled my hair.
"I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry," Veronica, their friend, smiled widely at them.
My parents were going on a vacation to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary, and they had asked their friend Veronica to look after me while they were away.
I didn’t mind though; I had known Veronica since I was a kid, and she was a lovely person.
Or so I thought.
"Ready to go already?"
Dad looked at my suitcase by the door.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Take this," Dad gave Veronica a folder.
"What’s this?"
She opened it and looked through it.
"It’s Christine’s schedule, isn’t? The things she likes to do, the places she likes to go," Mom explained.
"Oh, okay," Veronica nodded, putting the folder in her bag.
"Well, we should get going then," Dad said, looking at the watch on his wrist.
"We don’t want to miss our flight."
They hugged me one last time before they went to the car waiting outside for them.
As I watched them drive away, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
I went inside and closed the door, leaning against it.
Veronica was in the living room, unpacking her suitcase.
She had already taken out a few of her clothes and was laying them on the couch.
"Are you sure you’re going to be comfortable in these?"
I asked her, looking at the revealing swimsuits she had brought.
"Oh, yes," she smiled at me.
"I’m sure."
She held up a black two-piece against her body and looked at me through her lashes.
"What do you think? Does this look good on me?"
My cheeks flushed as I looked away from her.
"Yeah, it’s fine," I mumbled.
She laughed and walked closer to me.
"Your hair looks nice today. I love how curly it is."
She ran her fingers through my hair and I froze at her touch.
"Let’s have a midnight swim later. How does that sound?" she asked in a low voice.
"Okay, sure," I nodded as I backed away from her toward the kitchen.
"I’m going to prepare some dinner now."
"You can cook?"
She followed me into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I can," I said as I opened one of the cabinets to look for something to cook. "You know, Christine," Veronica said behind me.
"You’re a lovely girl."
I turned to look at her, unsure what she meant by that statement.
She was standing close to me, with her hand on my shoulder as she reached for a glass in the cabinet above me.
I took out a few things from the fridge—tomatoes, garlic, pasta—and set them on the counter.
Veronica was standing behind me, and I could feel her warm breath on my neck.
I tried not to let it distract me as I opened the drawer and took out a knife.
"What are you making?" she asked, looking over my shoulder at what I was doing.
"Spaghetti," I said as I started chopping up the tomatoes.
"Oh, let me help you with that," she said as she reached around my waist to take the knife from my hand.
Her breasts pressed against my back as she leaned in close to me.
I stepped away from her and handed her the knife.
She started chopping up the garlic as I filled a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil.
As I waited for the water to boil, I went over to the table and set out three bright ceramic plates with blue flowers on them.
Mom only used those plates when we had guests over for dinner.
"Who’s that for?"
Veronica asked, nodding at one of the plates. "My parents," I said as I went back to the stove and poured the pasta into the boiling water.
"Are they going to come home for dinner?"
She hummed softly as she continued chopping up the vegetables.
"No, they’re not," I said quietly.
"Oh," Veronica said, looking up at me with a confused expression on her face.
"Well then, why did you set out three plates?"
She walked over to the table and picked up one of them before setting it back down again.
"I just thought it would be nice," I shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.
"Oh okay," Veronica nodded slowly.
She turned back around and continued chopping up the vegetables while humming softly to herself.
After a few minutes, she walked over to the stove and looked in the pot at how much the pasta had cooked already. "It’s done," she said as she turned off the stove and poured out some of the boiling water before putting it back on low heat so it could simmer for a bit longer.
She turned around and looked at me intently for a while before walking over to the kitchen island in front of me and sitting down on it so that her legs were hanging down in front of me.
She started swinging them back and forth while watching me closely, but didn’t say anything for a while.
"Christine, do you ever wonder why your parents trust me so much?" Veronica asked, her voice suddenly serious.
I paused, unsure how to respond, and finally said, "I guess because they’ve known you for a long time."
She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto mine. "Or maybe it's because they don't know everything about me."
I stirred the pasta sauce while I tried to make sense of what she had just said.
She slid off the counter and walked over to me, her bare feet making soft sounds on the kitchen tile.
When she reached me, she reached out for the wooden spoon in my hand, and this time I didn’t pull away from her touch.
"What do you mean?"
I asked quietly as I let her take over stirring the pasta.
She leaned in close to me, her warm breath against my ear as she whispered, "Your parents think I'm here to watch over you... but maybe we could have some fun while they're gone."
My heart beat fast as I considered what she meant by that statement.
"Maybe we could use their trust to our advantage," I whispered back.
I leaned against the kitchen counter as Veronica stirred the sauce.
Her hip brushed against mine and I felt a warmth spread through my body.
The doorbell rang, making us both jump.
I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.
There was a man in a brown uniform holding a certified envelope.
I opened the door and he asked for my signature before handing me the envelope.
It felt heavy in my hands, with a law firm’s logo on it.
Veronica walked over to stand behind me, peering over my shoulder as I opened it.
"Notice of Inheritance," I read out loud from the letterhead.
It was from Great-Aunt Martha, who I had only met a few times when I was younger.
My hands shook as I opened it up and read the letter inside.