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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
I watch as my parents hug me goodbye before they get in their taxi and head off on their vacation.
"Remember, Christine, you’re not.to. go out after dark unless it’s an emergency, and the only people you’re allowed to see are Veronica or her son, James."
"Dad, 21 is old enough to take care of myself," I say with a roll of my eyes.
"Not to me you’re not. Follow the rules and we’ll see you in two weeks."
I wave the taxi away and then head back inside my house.
My mom’s friend Veronica is going to stay here and keep an eye on me while they’re away.
My parents have known her for a long time, and they trust her completely.
I don’t know her all that well, but from what I’ve seen so far, she appears to be a striking woman.
I walk to the living room and grab my current read from the coffee table.
It’s a romance novel I’ve been working through for a while now.
The house feels different without my parents here, but I’m not really sure why.
I settle into the corner of the plush couch and tuck my feet under me.
Opening to my bookmarked page, I try to focus on the story.
The front door’s deadbolt clicks into place as I secure it with the remote lock system.
My mom had it installed so that I could lock up from anywhere in the house.
I hear Veronica’s heels click against the hardwood floor as she moves around upstairs, unpacking her things.
I set my book aside and get up from the couch.
Heading to the kitchen, I fill the kettle with water and pull two mugs from the cabinet.
While I wait for it to boil, I grab a tea box from the pantry and select two chamomile tea bags.
My mom always says it helps to calm her nerves when she’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed.
The kettle whistles, and I carefully pour the steaming water over the tea bags in the mugs.
Watching as they steep and turn golden, I carry them upstairs to where I hear the sound of hangers clicking in the guest room.
I stop at the doorway and watch as Veronica arranges her clothes in the closet.
She’s humming softly to herself as she sways her hips to whatever beat is playing in her head.