Lisa's POV

  

  I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I finished folding the last load of laundry in the basement. 

  

  The house was quiet today, my husband off on another business trip that would keep him gone for two weeks. I had the place to myself, except for Maria, our house cleaner, who came twice a week.

  

  Today she brought her son, Jake, along because her babysitter flaked. 

  

  I heard ge was nineteen, tall and built from playing soccer, with short brown hair and these green eyes that always seemed to linger a bit too long when he looked at me.

  

  I caught him staring at my ass more...