Debauching Ally
Ally Whitton pulled her oversized sweater tighter around her body. Mr. Hale was probably asleep but traveling all day left her parched. He came in from his date over an hour ago, and it was past midnight now.
She had slept over in this house fifty million times as a kid until she was a teenager. Only twenty-five million, her best friend Sarah Hale stayed at her place the other twenty-five million. If these walls could talk, they’d whisper all her secrets.
Like the major crush she had on Mr. Hale as a teenager. Even if he was Sarah’s dad he was hot. She giggled to herself as she went down the stairs, like a bad girl thinking about a man she could never have.
Ally was too old for silly fantasy. Mr. Hale was doing her a huge favour letting her stay here while she had a couple job interviews. Her parents had moved out of town after she graduated, and she hadn’t planned on returning. But the perfect job was here.
Mr. Hale rearranged the kitchen so she opened several cupboards before locating the drinking glasses. She leaned on the counter and let her sweater fall away to reveal her tank top and panties. While she drank the water, she imagined him walking in here. She knew in reality they’d be embarrassed but she could pretend she’d give him a seductive look and he’d kiss her.
