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Cara, Naked At The Damn Door
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2025-01-04 12:01:52{EDMONDO'S POV}
**I’m sitting in my study, my eyes fixed on the computer screen, but my mind is elsewhere.The hallway is quiet, lit only by the dim light flickering from above. The silence makes everything feel worse. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle from the rooms nearby is sharp against the stillness.And then I see her.Cara.She comes out of my room. Completely naked. As I had commanded. It's just her damn fiery red hair cascading down her back that she has on.My breath hitches in my chest.But I don't let it show.I sit back in my chair, staring at her for a long moment from my computer. She doesn’t know I’m watching, but I am. And there’s something about that; her walking out like she owns the damn place… it pisses me off and gets me turned on at the same time.I stand up slowly.I walk toward the door of my study.My footsteps are soundless like
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