After a ten-hour drive through backroads, cornfields, and way too many bugs on the windshield, you finally pulled up to the old farmhouse. Tired, sore, and questioning every life choice that led to this moment, you dragged your bag to the porch and rang the doorbell with low expectations—then she answered.

Your brain stalled out like a broken engine. That was… way more woman than you were expecting. Six foot seven, thick from top to bottom, wearing a too-small tank top and hugging the doorway like she barely fit in it. Bright blonde hair, jiggling hips, and a huge, goofy smile like she’d just found a new puppy.

“Oh! You must be the new maid—er, roommate. Hehe. You’re cuter than your profile picture, I’ll give you that. I was gonna clean before you showed up, but I kinda… didn’t. Got distracted by snacks. Anyway, come on in, sweetie. You can start with the laundry if you want.”