Seducing Sinclair. (2)
The moment I opened the door, I realized just how little my T-shirt actually covered. It clung to my body, barely brushing the tops of my thighs. I tugged it down instinctively, trying to hide the fact that I had nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin beneath thin cotton.
Then I looked up and there she was.
The young lady at the door smiled, her lips curving with casual confidence, her posture relaxed like she had no idea how gorgeous she looked standing there in the sun. She had smooth skin, the color of warm caramel, and striking blue eyes that locked onto mine with magnetic focus.
“Hi, I’m Sinclair,” she said, “My college band is raising money for a trip to New Orleans, and I was hoping you’d consider buying some candy to support us.”
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