Dirty Seduction

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riend’s house. As soon as I pull into the lon

I’m sure that has a lot to do with it, but if I’m be

as born in Italy and came to America when he was a teenager, and I began to be aware of those gorgeous Italian genes of his. His jet-black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin drove me crazy when I’d come over and stay the night, and it still does. He’s completely ruined my chances of

ngs are going to be different now, I tell myself. We just graduated high school, and I’m 18. Mr. Mancini has been divorced for years, and as far

ll, Sara opens it in a rush

glad you

“We did just see each ot

we’ve graduated. I don’t miss schoo

s around in the fridge. It’s just Sara and her dad in this massive house, and they’re wealthy enough to have a maid and a cook who comes by to

f glasses and sits on t

for later, and there’s a scary-

rin. “You watch the whole movie from under a blanket or

hem.” She shrugs and

ving you play-by-plays. I can be t

her shoulder agains

can’t help but give a groan of app

n is the best. You remember

I say, remembering the

you were coming a

aid thanks an

es her glass in one l

up to her room, and I c

it just you a

rk thing. He said he’ll be

t the urge to just lay down and curl into a ball, but I don’t want to ruin the night for Sara, and I sure as fuck don’t want her to know how I feel a

and young, can’t help but fawn over her. Where my clothing tends to cover more than reveal, Sara’s outfits are chosen to show as much flesh as possible. I’ve always felt like the less attractive, invisible friend, but I’ve never been angry or jealous of her

o get away. When my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl, she finally

ay with a laugh, grabbing

flirting. Did you