I walked up to the door and knocked. Just a few seconds later, it swung open.
Delilah stood there, and holy shit… she was smoking hot. Tight t-shirt clinging to her tits, hotpants hugging every curve, the hint of a cameltoe teasing me. She looked like she'd just walked out of a magazine, and I couldn't help the heat rising in my chest.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual, though my eyes betrayed me. "Ivy told me your computer's been…"
"Oh, yes!" she said, her voice tired but sultry. "It's been giving me trouble for months now. Please, just fix this junk, Evan. I'll do anything you want."
I smirked, feeling my pulse spike. She had no idea how close she was to crossing some very dangerous territory with me.
"Sure," I said, keeping my voice easy. "Let me take a look at it."
"Here, come in," she said, stepping aside and letting me into her apartment.
