I’ve been babysitting for Mr. Leonardo for a few months now. He’s this older guy, like in his forties, with silver hair that makes him look all wise and hot. Everyone calls him a silver fox, and I get why. His wife is away on some business trip again, so it’s just me and the kids at first, but tonight the little ones are asleep early. I’m Lana, just turned eighteen, and I’ve been thinking about him a lot. The way he smiles at me when he pays me, his strong hands, that deep voice. I want him bad.

The house is quiet as I tidy up the living room....