Ransom looked like a sexy calendar model with his sleeves rolled up and half of his curly hair pulled up in a loose bun. Leena sat perched on the edge of her seat at the kitchen table admiring him. She enjoyed having the freedom to check him out, not that she'd ever really held herself back before, so she did. She studied the curve of his broad back, his taut buttocks that looked particularly good in the jeans he chose to wear. The only downside to sitting behind him was not getting to see his face.
He worked effortlessly, chopping onions like a professional. Leena was conflicted. If she helped him, she'd get to be close to him and continue to learn more about him. If she sat at the table, she could gaze upon his perfect, statuesque body.
You shallow little brat, Leena told herself in
