Isabella locked her apartment door after another long day, kicking off her heels and letting her long auburn hair fall loose. At 28, she was a graphic designer with a quiet life and an active imagination that left her unsatisfied with ordinary lovers. Tonight she just wanted a hot bath and her vibrator.
The air in her living room shimmered like heat above asphalt. A man stepped out of nowhere, tall, charming, with tousled dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a confident smirk. He wore a simple black button-up and jeans that hugged his athletic frame.
“Hello, Isabella,” he said, voice warm and playful. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time. Or should I say… several times.”
She grabbed a lamp like a weapon. “Who the f**k are you? Get out before I call the cops.”
“Eli
