Tricia did her best not to keep peeking out the front windows over the next few days, but found it hard not to try to catch a glimpse of Landon. If Drew noticed her odd behavior, he didn’t comment on it. She wasn’t sure why she was so aroused by the man across the street, but she just couldn’t stop thinking about him, the way he moved, his broad chest and powerful arms, his smile. She had m*********d every day to visions of him taking her. It was driving her crazy.
Not that she hadn’t had fantasies before; she had, of course, but never with someone she actually knew. They were always more like representations of ideas or celebrities, even blank faces who said all the right words in her ear while they took her like a little slut. Now, she wanted to be Landon’s little slut, and she wasn’t
