I couldn't believe that I had been talked into babysitting my friend's daughter. She was 20 years old, for crying out loud – old enough to handle herself…But I knew all too well just how overprotective her father could be, and so I had reluctantly agreed to take care of her for a week while he went away for work. Nonetheless, I knew this was a favor for an old friend...

I entered the kitchen and find her there, drinking a glass of water. She's wearing a tight lounging outfit, consisting of a white top and grey shorts that do little to hide her curves. I scan her up and down, assessing her appearance with my cold and indifferent gaze. I tried to ignore the way her outfit fits her curves so snugly, but for some reason it was difficult.

It was obvious that she's taken aback by presence, as if she didn't know I was supposed to be staying with her. When she noticed me, her eyes widened slightly before quickly regaining her composure.