She Blushes -Blink

Amelia blushed deeply, a sweet, breathy giggle escaping her lips as she tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Oh, you're too kind, Samuel. I'm actually thirty-six. Marcus and I were married very, very young."

Thirty-six and looking like a premium, high-class escort, Samuel thought, his pulse quickening. This bitch is a goldmine.

"Well, it's a damn shame you're stuck doing all this unpacking alone," Samuel smoothly transitioned, keeping his voice grandfatherly and warm. "Don't you have family around to help out? Parents, maybe some brothers or sisters dropping by to check on you?"

Amelia’s bright smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. "Oh, no. My parents... well, they passed away about a year ago. And Marcus's lives on the other side of the country. So it's really just Marcus, Liam, and me in this big world."

Samuel took another slow sip of his coffee to hide his wicked, victorious smirk. No family. No nosy friends. Completely isolated. Perfect.

"So, what does a beautiful girl like you do all day in a big house like this?" he purred, his eyes dropping shamelessly to the heavy, braless mounds resting lazily against the kitchen island.

"Oh, I love gardening, and baking!" Amelia chirped, leaning forward slightly, oblivious to the spectacular view she was offering him down her floral neckline. "Though... Marcus prefers I stay inside mostly. He's very protective."

"Protective, huh?" Samuel probed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"He has a bit of a temper," she whispered playfully, almost like she was sharing a schoolyard secret. "He gets terribly jealous of other men looking at me. He's a very big man, you see, and he doesn't even let me have a proper social media account. He always says the outside world is full of trash, and he'd hurt anyone who tried to take advantage of me. Seriously he's so childish sometimes, I tell him it's all just in his head. But I guess you become like that if it's your job to deal with criminals on daily basis right?." she chuckles lightly on her own.

A cold prickle of sweat suddenly formed at the back of Samuel's neck. A massive, violently jealous cop husband. Fuck. Now, this was risky. If he got caught sniffing around here, the husband wouldn't just arrest him-he’d likely bury him in the woods. Samuel was just a small time conman, he knew he should finish his coffee, fake a limp, and get his old ass out the door immediately.

But then Amelia shifted her weight to reach for a dish towel. The sunlight from the kitchen window caught the sheer fabric of her dress, perfectly outlining the plush, fuckable curve of her ass and the delicate lace of her panties. A heavy, demanding throb pulsed in Samuel's groin, overriding every ounce of his common sense.

Fuck the cop, Samuel decided, licking his dry lips. I'm going to bury myself in this dumb, gorgeous slut if it's the last thing I do.

"You're right dear, having to constantly deal with high pressure situations must also take a toll on him. But still, I think it's a damn tragedy for a sweet, vibrant thing like you to be locked away and lonely," Samuel said smoothly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sleek smartphone. "Why don't you give me your number? I live right across the street. If you ever need help with a heavy box, or just want some company, you call me."

Amelia blinked, hesitantly retrieving her heavily restricted phone from the counter. "Oh, I don't know... Marcus told me this morning not to talk to anyone-"

"Hey, it'll just be our little secret," Samuel interrupted, reaching out to gently take the phone right out of her soft hands. He quickly punched in his digits and sent a test text to his own device. "Just a friendly neighbor checking in on a beautiful girl. You know how cops get... paranoid about the job. They see the worst in people. There's no need to stress his big, scary head with it, right?"

Amelia bit her plush bottom lip, looking at the new contact saved in her phone, before looking back up at Samuel's harmless, grandfatherly smile.