Chapter 3
Julia’s pov
“Fred, I'll just wait out here in the fresh air while you grab your purse.
I don't want to impose or anything,” I said, stepping out of the car onto the driveway, my legs feeling a little shaky from the ride and all that tension still buzzing between my thighs.
The sun beat down hot on my skin making my tank top stick to my t**s even more and I could feel sweat trickling down my back mixing with the slickness that had built up in my shorts from his hand on my leg the whole way here.
My p***y ached bad now throbbing with every step as I glanced up at the massive mansion wondering what kind of man had a place like this and why the hell he was so set on dragging me into it.
He shut the driver door with a solid thunk and walked around to my side towering over me
