The morning light hit the house, but my blood was already running hot. I had a plan. Forty-eight hours. That was all the time I had to turn Marcus from my father’s best friend into my own secret.
I picked out a dress that was practically a dare. It was a short, flare-style dress made of thin, white fabric. The best part? It had a long, silver zipper running from the nape of my neck all the way down to the small of my back. I didn't bother with panties.
I heard the heavy, rhythmic clank of weights coming from the home gym. My father was out, so the house was ours. I took a deep breath, checked my reflection one last time, and walked in.
Marcus was there, drenched in sweat. He was wearing grey shorts and nothing else. His muscles were bunched and tight, shifting under his skin as he gripp
