Summer Sutton's skirt was thin, brushing lightly against her thighs as she walked, creating a scene that stirred up some heat in Watt Bennet.
It was already hot in the summer, and the kitchen had no air conditioning, so after Watt came in and stayed for a while, he felt even hotter.
Summer was still washing fruit, and Watt stared at her until, suddenly, he embraced her from behind.
With just a slight pull, Summer's body stiffened and she fell onto his lap.
"Tell me, what kind of spell have you put on me?" His face leaned close to hers, his voice hoarse as he whispered by her ear.
Summer rolled her eyes.
What did this have to do with her?
It was his own lack of self-control.
In the summer, it got dark late. At around five o'clock, it was still bright outside, and anyone walking by the villa garden might see everything in the kitchen.
