Everyone says so -Blink

"Oh, really it's the first thing everyone says like come on~ I look mature enough. Haha." Amelia beamed, completely bypassing the blush Samuel had expected. She casually reached for a cloth to wipe the counter, the movement making her heavy breasts sway enticingly beneath the sheer fabric. "Good genetics, Marcus always says."

Samuel leaned in, his eyes dropping shamelessly to her plunging cleavage. "Well, he's a lucky guy. So, what brings a gorgeous family like yours to our quiet little street? Got any relatives nearby coming to help you with all these boxes?"

Amelia paused, her hand hovering over the marble counter. Marcus’s stern morning warning -don't go talking to any of the neighborhood trash suddenly echoed in her empty, obedient head. Marcus knew best. He always did.

"Oh, we just moved for Marcus's work," she chirped, her tone turning entirely vague despite her bright, dimpled smile. "And Marcus prefers we keep our personal lives private. He says it's much safer that way."

Samuel’s jaw tightened. Fuck. The giant pig has her trained like a prize show dog. He tried another angle, letting his raspy voice drop an octave as he reached out, trying to brush his rough fingers against her wrist again. "A big house like this... must get awful lonely for a sweet girl with no family around."

"Oh, I'm never lonely," Amelia replied cheerfully. She took a casual step back to check the coffee pot, smoothly sliding right out of his reach. "I have my gardening, and Marcus always says a busy wife is a happy wife! Besides, he doesn't like me giving out details to strangers. Even nice ones like you, Samuel."

Samuel hid a bitter scowl behind his coffee mug. The dumb, big-titted blonde was incredibly naive, sure, but the cop's brainwashing ran deep. She wasn't just a clueless housewife; she was a locked vault, completely devoted to the man holding the key.

"Well, your husband is a smart man to keep such a beautiful prize protected," Samuel **** out, his voice tight. He quickly realized the direct, friendly-neighbor routine wasn't going to get him the ammunition he needed. He couldn't just charm his way into her panties, not when she had her husband's rules programmed into her pretty little head.

If I want to bury myself in this incredible body, Samuel thought, his eyes tracking the sway of her hips as she turned to rinse a spoon, I'm going to have to find a way around the guard dog first.

"Thank you for the coffee, Amelia," Samuel sighed, faking a grimace as he stood up and put weight on his 'injured' knee. "I should probably hobble on home. But if you or your husband ever need anything, I'm right across the street."

"Have a wonderful day, Samuel!" she waved innocently, completely unaware of the dark, predatory gears turning in the old man's head as she ushered him out the door.