I open the door to find Sofia standing on my steps in a long beige trench coat, clutching her purse to her chest, doing her best not to look terrified.
“What are you?” I ask. “Some kind of detective?”
“No.” She frowns adorably. “It’s my Desperate Housewives look. At least that’s what I was going for.”
“Ah.” I nod. “So that must mean there’s something quite sexy underneath there.”
“Well…I guess that will be up to you to decide.”
Damn, she’s cute. Cute and sexy. I can tell she tried hard to follow my commands, but this is a girl who doesn’t have a dresser full of Victoria’s Secret lingerie because she’s never needed it. And I love that. That means she’s untouched, innocent, hasn’t been used up or run through yet. I’m getting stiff just at the thought of doing things to her that will tak
