Chapter 1

 

Natalie’s POV

I stood at the kitchen counter with my fresh coffee in hand, the hot mug warming my fingers while I smoothed down the front of my fitted blouse. 

The pencil skirt hugged my hips and ass tight after my shower, the fabric clinging just enough to remind me how my body still turned heads even if I kept everything buttoned up and professional for my work-from-home days. 

Mid-morning sun streamed through the window and I was already thinking about the stack of reports waiting on my laptop when the front door swung open.

“Mom, we’re back,” Sarah called out, her voice bright and full of that...