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Anthony Lockwood felt guilty as fuck.
What the heck was he doing, lusting over Lucy like that?
He was such a creep. Disgusting. Morally reprehensible.
She was his employee, his tenant and his friend.
And yet, when he’d walked in on her following along George’s yoga instructions, her arse suspended high in the air and accentuated beautifully by her tight leggings, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, his teenage mind couldn’t help but go into overdrive, supplying him with all sorts of images and fantasies.
But what was he supposed to do? He was only mortal, after all.