“I should get back,” he said, but his feet didn’t move.
“Leo.” He set the box on the glass table. “That’ll be forty-two fifty.” milf pizza boy
“Was it?” Her eyes sparkled. “Funny. I thought I locked it.” “I should get back,” he said, but his feet didn’t move
Leo nearly choked. He was used to drunk college girls hitting on him at frat parties. Not this. Not a woman who radiated the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly what she wanted. “Funny
And as Leo sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his legs into the cool water, watching this woman glide toward him with the hunger of someone who hadn’t been touched in months, he realized he’d never make that recording studio money delivering pizzas the usual way.
The backyard was an oasis: fairy lights strung over a saltwater pool, the air thick with night-blooming jasmine. And on a chaise lounge, half in shadow, sat a woman who looked like she’d just stepped out of a Tom Ford ad.
“Uh… lunch?”