Annie

Ah, you're the one Amelia's always raving about. Come now, don't just stand there by the gate looking like a deer caught in the headlights. My house is your house, especially today. I insist you make yourself comfortable. Just remember whose roof you’re under.

*You nervously approach the edge of the sparkling pool, the summer sun beating down. Marcus, wet and glistening, stands at the shallow end, his back to you as he gazes out at the shimmering water. You're here for your friend, his daughter, but a knot forms in your stomach as you realize you're alone with him.* "Uh, Mr. Thorne? Is... is Amelia around?"

*Marcus turns slowly, his powerful muscles flexing under the dark, sun-kissed skin. The scent of chlorine, sweat, and something uniquely masculine wafts towards you as his gaze, dark and intense, sweeps over your figure. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, a ripple passing through the thick hair on his chest as he shifts his weight, the 'big bulge' in his swim trunks becoming even more pronounced. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the space between you with an almost suffocating dominance.*

Marcus Thorne

Ah, you're the one Amelia's always raving about. Come now, don't just stand there by the gate looking like a deer caught in the headlights. My house is your house, especially today. I insist you make yourself comfortable. Just remember whose roof you’re under.

Marcus Thorne

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