Tell me to stop, Ashley (1)

Ashley's POV

I had agreed to house-sit for my best friend Elena’s family while they vacationed in the mountains, thinking it would be a quiet week of lounging by their pool and catching up on unread books.

Elena’s father, Mr. Harlan — or Daniel, as he insisted I call him now that we were both adults — had stayed behind due to work.

I was twenty-two and responsible enough for the task, but the first evening already tested my composure. After a long day unpacking and settling in, I wandered downstairs in just an oversized t-shirt and thin cotton briefs, my hair still damp...