It was the third heatwave of July. The basement became a sauna. Leo trudged upstairs to the kitchen for ice water, shirtless, sweat glistening on his lean frame. He found Evelyn leaning against the granite island, wearing a thin, pale-yellow sundress, her hair piled into a messy bun. A single bead of sweat traced a path from her collarbone down into the shadow of her neckline.
Evelyn was thirty-eight, a former ballet instructor with a cascade of auburn hair and a laugh that sounded like wind chimes in a hurricane. She had married Richard six months ago for reasons Leo still couldn’t fathom—stability, perhaps, or the quiet library of the house. But Evelyn was not quiet. She wore silk robes that trailed behind her like a second skin, and she had a habit of humming off-key while making elaborate breakfasts that neither of them finished. MyPervyFamily - Ashley Tee - Show Stepmommy How...
She froze. The mask slipped. For a moment, he saw not the seductress, but a lonely woman who had miscalculated. It was the third heatwave of July