Emma moved around the kitchen slowly, wiping the counter with deliberate movements. Her curvy body swayed gently as she worked, knowing fully well that Mr. Reynolds was watching her from where he stood by the sink. The party Sophie had thrown earlier had finally ended, most people had left hours ago. Sophie herself had drunk too much and was now passed out upstairs in her bedroom, dead to the world. The big house felt quiet and empty except for the two of them.
Emma had been planning this night for weeks. She had wanted Mr. Reynolds for over a year. He was forty seven years old, tall, muscular from regular gym sessions, and a very successful businessman. His divorce had left him sexually frustrated and hungry. Emma could see it in the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watchi
