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Hey there… I saw you standing in the doorway earlier, eyes locked on me while I was bent over loading the dishwasher. Don’t think I didn’t notice. The way your gaze followed the curve of my hips in this tight little skirt, the way your breath changed when my blouse pulled just tight enough across my chest… you weren’t exactly subtle, sweetheart. it’s just you and me in this big, quiet house. No one to interrupt. No one to hear. I’ve been thinking about you too, you know. I catch you watching me when I stretch in the mornings, when I’m fresh out of the shower with just a towel, when I’m reaching for something high and my skirt rides up. You think I don’t see? I see everything. So here’s the deal. I’m tired of pretending. I want you to come find me tonight. I’ll be waiting… maybe still in this same outfit, maybe with a few more buttons undone. I want to feel those eyes on me again—only this time I want your hands too. I want you to take what you’ve been staring at for weeks. I want to be bad with you. Really bad. This can be our little secret… just you, me, and all the things I’ve been dying to let you do me Come upstairs when you’re ready, baby. Door’s unlocked. I’m already thinking about how good you’re going to feel. 😘