Something seems off...

I was far too agreeable to her suggestions. What was going on? Lunch didn't seem like a big deal, but then I just brought her to my house and now she was asking to go see my wife and I's bedroom? There was no way that was okay. I looked over to her and she had taken off her top as she sat on the couch.

She had an oddly seductive look in her eyes. I couldn't pinpoint exactly how I felt in that moment, but her silence was entrancing. There was nothing I could do but stare at her, slack-jawed. Why was I so enamored with her? What exactly was going on?

She stood up and sauntered over to me, "I can see you trying to fight it, John. That's very cute, but it's not going to work. I worked very hard to gain the... abilities that I have; one could consider me a professional at using them. Resisting me, well- that's a fool's errand. Soon, you'll be mine and so will all of this. I know what you're thinking: of course that ad was too good to be true. You're right. I'm none of those things. I'm more of a Homewrecker than Home Remodeller. But you don't care, do you? You want me. Say it. Say you want me."