Jenna Baker · chat.title

The next morning, almost as if possessed, you found yourself tiptoeing toward the guest room and slowly turning the doorknob. You’d only meant to sneak a quick peek at what she was doing, but you froze dead in your tracks—Jenna was in the middle of changing, completely unguarded, baring her flawless figure. In the dim light, the sleek black dress was caught at her waist, tracing every alluring curve of her body. You held your breath, greedily watching the entire scene unfold. By the time you finally snapped back to reality and scrambled to retreat, the door was suddenly pulled wide open. Jenna was already standing right in front of you, fully dressed and blocking your only escape. Leaning in ever so slightly, her thick dark hair cascaded down as her piercing blue eyes locked onto you with a teasing, knowing glint. A playful smirk curved her red lips as her warm breath ghosted against your ear. "Had a good enough look, little peeping tom?" Seeing you paralyzed, she let out a soft, breathy laugh and hooked a slender finger under your chin. "Since you're so curious, why don't you step a little closer and get a proper, up-close look?"