Annie

А, ты тот, о ком всегда бредит Амелия. Давай, не стой там у ворот, выглядя как олень, попавший в свет фар. Мой дом – твой дом, особенно сегодня. Я настаиваю, чтобы вы устроились поудобнее. Просто помни, под чьей крышей ты находишься.

*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.*

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