Chapter 1 - The Window

CHAPTER 1: THE WINDOW

I risk waking up my sleeping wife. Simphiwe is a notoriously light sleeper, and if I wake her up now, I'll have an even lower chance of getting laid anytime soon. Not that my chances are all that great as it is. Our son, Luvo, is seven months old, and I can count on one hand the number of times we've done it since he was born.

I undress as quietly as possible and slide into bed, hoping that the fifty-thousand-rand memory-foam mattress — a gift from my in-laws — lives up to its promise not to transfer motion.

No dice.

Almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, I hear a deep sigh and the release of pent-up breath.

"You're late," Simphiwe says, irritation dripping from her voice.

Fuck!

"I know, and I'm sorry. You know how Paul gets after a few drinks." Paul is one of my closest friends, and whenever I hang out with him, I completely lose track of time.

"It's fine," she says in a voice that tells me that, actually, it's not fine, and I'll be paying for waking her up in a million different ways until she's moved on to my next fuck-up.

Accepting my fate, I change the subject. "So, how did everything go tonight?"

"Dinner and bath time were fine. But of course, he screamed for two hours until he finally passed out about thirty minutes ago."

A wave of guilt washes over me. Luvo has recently started teething, so he's even more irritable than usual at night.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I would have come home to help if you'd called me," I say, sliding a little closer to her in the bed.

Simphiwe sighs dramatically. "It's OK. At least one of us should get to enjoy an evening out every once in a while. I hope you had fun."

Truthfully, I wouldn't have minded coming home early. Listening to Paul talk about how often his wife blows him was especially difficult under the circumstances.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And I owe you big, baby." I sidle up close to her — well, as close as I can without actually touching her with my hard wood.

"You're welcome," she says quietly, and I think maybe I sense the melting of some of the tension between us.

In moments like these, the safest course of action would be to turn over on my back and count backwards from one hundred, or better still, imagine my grandmother in a bikini, until my hard-on disappears. But if my massive erection hasn't given up hope of seeing any action tonight, maybe I shouldn't either. Throwing caution to the wind, I gently reach around Simphiwe's body and place the palm of my left hand on the soft flesh of one of her breasts, and wait to see what happens next.

"What in the actual fuck do you think you're doing?" Simphiwe shout-whispers through gritted teeth.

I sigh, removing my hand as though I've touched something hot. "I just thought maybe I could help you relax."

She scoffs. "You mean you thought that I could make your dick feel better. What I need right now is sleep, Lehlohonolo!"

"Fine," I say, turning over in bed. It's clear that neither I nor my cock will be getting any love from Simphiwe tonight.

She flips over on her back and exhales loudly. "Look, I don't mean to be a bitch, but I'm exhausted. And I don't know how many times I have to tell you that my boobs are super sensitive because I have a teething baby gnawing on them all the time."

"You're right," I say quietly. "And I'm sorry about touching your breasts. That was insensitive of me."

She turns back over, and I think I hear her muttering something that sounds like "No, shit, Sherlock," but she says it so softly, it's possible I imagined it.

Suddenly an earsplitting scream comes through the baby monitor.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Simphiwe groans, shoving her face into the pillow like she's about to lose her shit.

I jump out of bed like lightning. "It's OK, honey. I'll get him."

I quickly throw on some track pants and head down the hallway to the baby's room. When I open the door, I can just make out the shape of my little man, sitting up in his cot.

"Hey, buddy. What's the matter?" I say, picking him up and wiping away his tears. He snuggles into me, and I find the dummy that must have slipped out of his mouth in his sleep, and settle him on my chest as I pace around the room. It doesn't take long before he's fast asleep, but I keep up my gentle pacing back and forth for a little while longer before I attempt to put him down.

After what feels like an hour but is probably only twenty minutes, I lay him gently in the cot.

The cot is opposite a large window, and as I stand up, I notice that a light is on in the neighbour's house. It's a bit unusual, because the neighbours, Dewald and Suné van Wyk, both travel a lot for work and usually go to bed early. If I'm not mistaken, the room opposite Luvo's is their guest room. Only it's not usually occupied. Especially not late at night. The blinds are wide open, and I realise that from this vantage point, I can see the entire room. To my surprise, a tall, dark-haired young woman wearing what looks like a pair of white lace panties and a tank top that perfectly hugs the luscious curves of her firm, full breasts saunters slowly across the room.

Who the fuck is that?

I rack my brain trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. Then I remember Simphiwe telling me something about the new nanny that Suné hired recently to take care of their six-year-old daughter. I don't have any details about her other than that, and this is the first time I've ever seen this woman.

Apparently, the Van Wyks hired a supermodel to take care of their kid, because her curvy ass is perfectly shaped, and her long, toned legs make her look like something out of the pages of a magazine.

It's totally wrong that I'm invading her privacy like this, but I can't seem to take my eyes off her. Watching this beautiful girl striding confidently across her bedroom in her lacy panties is the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time.

When she reaches the bed, she bends over, giving me a full view of her sweet ass. My dick stands up and says a Hail Mary. She takes a small black box out from underneath the bed, unlocks it and pulls out a drawstring bag.

I have no idea what the hell is inside, but my curiosity is more than a little bit piqued.

When she opens the bag and pulls out an enormous, lifelike dildo, it's all I can do not to have an aneurysm.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. It looks like it's one of those fancy, realistic ones, too, with veins and a pair of balls. The base is a suction cup, and a shudder courses through me when I think about the possibilities of how and where she's planning to use it.

She lies down on the bed on top of the covers, letting her thighs fall open.

She slowly inches her tank top up so that her full, ripe tits are exposed to the air. Her skin is a warm light brown, darker across her areolas, providing the perfect base for hard nipples I'd love to suckle. Her tits are, quite simply, perfection.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I suck in a ragged breath at the tightness building in my balls. My thick cock is straining to break free of my track pants, and if things get any hotter in Dewald's guest room, that's a very real possibility.

I'm only seconds away from taking matters into my own hands when I realise I'm still in Luvo's room.

Shit!

I may be a horny bastard, but I'm not a total pervert.

With a sigh, I tiptoe across the carpet and exit the nursery, closing the door softly behind me. I lean against the door with my eyes closed, silently willing both my pulse and my cock to return to normal.

Nothing doing. My pulse is still raging, and my cock is like a steel rod.

And I realise I have a choice to make. In this moment, I have to decide whether I'm going to be a stand-up guy, or someone who gives in to the depraved, voyeuristic impulses in my lizard brain telling me that I need to see exactly what the girl next door is going to do with that dildo.

In the end, the choice is simple.

I end up in the bathroom down the hall, which has an equally good view of the guest room as Luvo's room does. She's lying on top of the covers, with the dildo next to her and her long legs spread wide. She slides her fingers inside her panties, slowly stroking her clit in tight little circles. Her eyes close in ecstasy and she relaxes her head into the pillow so that her full, rounded afro splays out across the covers. I imagine threading my hands through that thick hair and holding onto it for leverage while I fuck her from behind like an animal.

Soon she's working her fingers back and forth inside her panties and practically convulsing with pleasure as her chest heaves. Unable to resist, I shove my hand inside the waistband of my briefs, pushing them down my hips so that my hard cock springs free. I fist it so tight it hurts, but I can't stop. It's like I'm stuck in a pornographic tractor beam and I'm powerless to control myself. I suck in my breath and give my cock a few long, hard strokes, before spreading the precum on the tip around the crown.

As she strokes herself, she begins to move her hips rhythmically, and I imagine my tongue between her thighs, swirling through her warm wetness. I imagine how sweet she'll taste as I lick and suck her pussy juices down with every thrust of her hips against my mouth.

Suddenly she grabs the dildo and scoots down to the foot of the bed. She suctions it to the footboard and slides her panties down her ankles. Her pussy is bare except for a small landing strip of neatly groomed hair, and I can see her arousal glistening in the dim light from her bedside lamp. Her pussy is rosy and pink and it looks tighter than a nun's asshole. Instantly, I want nothing more than to experience the nirvana of fucking a tiny pussy like the girl-next-door's.

She squirts a dab of what looks like lube onto the dildo and slides her hand around the crown. Her hand is so petite, and the dildo is so thick, that her fingers barely touch. I'm wondering if she'll be able to accommodate the size of this gigantic cock, but she does seem determined to try. When she scoots down the bed and centres her pussy on the dildo, sliding the crown through her slick folds, I almost come.

Her pussy is every bit as perfect as her breasts, and I wish I were in the room with her so I could hear her moans, whisper in her ear all the dirty things I'd do to her. The least of which is spreading those creamy thighs and burying my face inside her pussy, licking and sucking until she screams and begs for my cock.

Judging by the way she's moaning as the dildo slides through her slick seam, I have no doubt she'd be nice and ready for me.

As I glide my hand in long, hard strokes up and down my aching cock, it feels so fucking good. She's moving the dildo in circles around her clit as she pinches her nipples with one hand and strokes her clit with the other. She rubs the tip of the cock up against her clit and through her folds, moaning and circling her hips, and the look of ecstasy that washes over her face almost makes me shoot my load way too early.

I have to pace myself because this is so fucking good, I don't want to come before she does. Even though we're not actually fucking each other, I can't finish before she's satisfied. With one hand on her clit and the other on the base of the cock, she slowly guides it inside her delicious pink folds, and I watch as her tight walls adjust to its size, slowly stretching and expanding to sheath it tightly inside her warm wetness.

Oh my fucking God, this is so good!

I stroke myself faster, imagining that it's me who's inside her, pumping my hips back and forth so that I can fill her up so good.

It's not long before she's bouncing up and down, using her feet as a lever while she pumps her hips back and forth against the enormous cock, taking it all the way in and all the way out. I can see her arousal dripping from the cock, her pussy gripping it like a vice. Delicious heat builds in my core as I stroke my hand faster and faster up and down my shaft and my balls tighten. When she throws her head back and her lips fall open in a perfect O-shape, I lose it. Suddenly, my cock erupts like a volcano, and rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shoots out in practically every direction. I almost cry out, but stifle the sound with my hand when I realise where I am.

Breathlessly, I watch as she lies there silently for a moment, still impaled by the cock, as if she, too, is trying to catch her breath. Then she slowly inches off the dick, stands up on shaky legs and pulls her panties back up from where they've settled around her ankles. She slides the hem of her shirt back into place and pulls out some kind of cleaner and a facecloth. When the toy is nice and clean, she puts it back in its bag and stows it safely under her bed.

By the time she's finished, I'm still standing there, unable to move, with my limp dick in my hand, wondering what the fuck just happened.

And then she slowly saunters over to the window, looks up in my direction, and waves.

I am so goddamn fucked.

The next evening, Simphiwe is giving me the "don't be an asshole" speech she gives me in preparation for every neighbourhood party we've ever attended at the Van Wyks' house.

In her defence, Dewald and I have a tendency to be a little competitive with each other, and she's still pissed about the five grand I lost to Dewald last summer when I challenged him to a touch-rugby game at the braai.

I still maintain that if Marnus hadn't pulled his groin trying to show off his fancy moves, we totally would have won. But as we stand on the doorstep, it's not the prospect of a rematch with Dewald that's giving me the jitters. It's the fact that last night I jerked off while spying on Dewald's nanny fucking herself in her bedroom with a giant dildo — and she caught me watching her!

I have no idea how I'll be able to make polite small talk with her while pretending I don't know what her tight little pussy looks like crammed with a twenty-five-centimetre latex cock.

At the sound of footsteps approaching the door, I take a deep breath and will myself to get through the party. No matter how awkward it is, I have to cope somehow.

"Relax, babe. It'll be fine. I got this. I mean, you can't seriously be suggesting that I feel insecure around a guy like Dewald, can you?" I respond casually, shifting the carefully wrapped bowl of potato salad that Simphiwe made in my hands and standing up straighter.

Simphiwe rolls her eyes. "Fine. Just try not to let him get under your skin. He is definitely not worth it." The footsteps get closer, and when the door swings open, I'm suddenly face-to-face with the tall, dark-haired girl I watched from the guest-room window.

Up close she's even more beautiful, and it's obvious she's still nineteen. She's wearing tight denim shorts and a plain white tank top that is nearly identical to the one she was wearing last night. Her enormous, full tits are on full display through the sheer t-shirt material, and her ass is so juicy my dick jumps in my pants. I stand there slack-jawed for a moment, and then Simphiwe speaks before I can figure out what the hell to say.

"Hi, I'm Simphiwe, and this is my husband, Lehlohonolo. We're friends of the Van Wyks', and your neighbours from next door."

The tall Amazonian with the beautiful dark afro smiles wide and meets my gaze with a look of wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, right! Of course. I've definitely seen you around. It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Boipelo, the Van Wyks' new nanny. They told me you were coming over to the braai after your baby woke up from his nap. Isn't he just the sweetest thing?"

Luvo squeals when she smiles at him and tries to grab a fistful of her thick hair in his chubby little fist.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Boipelo," Simphiwe says, elbowing me in the side because of the way I'm just standing there staring. "Oh, hi. It's nice to meet you… um. Boipelo," I say haltingly, like I've got some sort of interpersonal communication deficit, and we follow Boipelo into the house and out to the patio area where everyone is congregating.

Dewald accosts me as soon as we get out the door. "There you are, bro! I wasn't sure if you were going to show this year after the beatdown last time around!" Dewald beams, and Suné races up to give Simphiwe a kiss on the cheek, while Simphiwe arches her eyebrows in my direction one more time to make sure I get the message to be on my best behaviour around Dewald.

Though at this point, it's not Dewald she needs to worry about. It's Boipelo and those criminally tight shorts.

"Hey, Dewald," I say, refusing to take the bait. "Of course I'm here. Couldn't let you think you'd crushed my spirit."

Dewald ushers me over to the braai area, where he and the rest of the neighbourhood dads are flipping chops and sipping beers while the women chat separately on loungers by the pool.

Someone passes me a beer, and it doesn't take long before JP, Dewald's closest friend, starts talking shit. "So, when are we getting a rematch, Lehlo? Or are you too much of a pussy to face us again."

I shake my head and laugh. "Dude, relax. The afternoon is still young. There is plenty of time for the Eastside boys to wipe the floor with your asses. Don't get too comfortable. And don't eat too much, JP. Unless you don't mind puking it all up later."

Somehow, when this rivalry got started, it was decided that the dividing line between the East and West sides of the neighbourhood was mine and Dewald's property lines. Anyone who lives on my side of the line is on my team, and anyone who lives on Dewald's side of the line plays on his team. My neighbour to the east, Ruan, just looks at me and shakes his head. "Sorry, Lehlohonolo, no can do. Chantel will have my balls if I play in the game again."

"Don't be a pussy, JP. Tell Chantel you're a grown man who does what he wants," Dewald says, and I'm once again reminded of the many reasons I hate him. I keep telling Simphiwe that we need to put some distance between us and the Van Wyks, but she can't resist the temptation to know what's going on in the neighbourhood, and Suné is indisputably the most connected.

"So, has everyone met Boipelo?" Dewald smirks, and immediately I know where he's going with this.

"Yes, she seems nice," I say, nonchalant. The last thing Dewald needs to know is that the memory of Boipelo fucking herself with an enormous dildo is permanently burned into my eyeballs.

"Hell yeah," Wynand says. "Please ask Suné to give Chantel the number where I can get a mother's helper like that. Only, at my house she'll be a daddy's helper, too."

Dewald laughs and grins wide, his new veneers shiny and white. "I don't know where Suné found Boipelo, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that she is tasty as fuck. I'd like to hit that in so many ways. Did you get a good look at her rack?"

Irritation churns in my gut and I feel my protective instincts kicking in at the way these assholes are talking about Boipelo. I'm sure she's just a college girl trying to earn a little extra money for the holidays, and she shouldn't have to deal with the unwanted leers and sexual innuendo of a bunch of dudes with dad bods who are fifteen years older than she is.

Of course, when it comes to dad bods, I'm not exactly in the same category as my neighbours. I work pretty hard to stay in shape by running and doing strength training a few times a week, and I flatter myself that if Boipelo has looked twice at me, she's got no cause for complaints about my looks. There isn't any extra flab on this dad, no siree.

But instead of letting Dewald get a rise out of me, I tune out of the conversation and my attention drifts over to the place on the lawn where Boipelo is playing with a group of kids, including the Van Wyks' six-year-old daughter. She's showing them how to do cartwheels, and the kids all giggle every time she tumbles across the lawn while the moms in the group look on with appreciation. I can't help but notice how big and bouncy her breasts are as she twirls across the grass, and once again, I feel my dick getting harder than it has any right to be under the circumstances. If I don't get out of here fast, it's going to be patently obvious exactly how turned on I am by thoughts of fucking my neighbour's sweet little pussy.

"Excuse me, I've got to use the bathroom," I say, stalking toward the house. I do have to pee, but really, I need to get some distance between Boipelo's supple body and my raging erection. Inside, I pull the sliding glass door closed behind me and let the air-conditioning wash over me, hoping that it will help cool off some of my arousal. I head for the hallway toward the guest bathroom and turn the handle, but the door is locked. Instead of waiting, I go upstairs to the second floor, where I know there's another bathroom at the top of the stairs.

After doing my business and washing my hands, I hear footsteps in the hallway. When I exit the bathroom, I notice that the door across the hallway is slightly ajar, and I look up just in time to see Boipelo shimmying out of her tight denim shorts. Her shorts hit the floor and she's standing there bare-assed, wearing a tiny black lace thong. The fabric barely covers her pussy, and soon I'm right back where I started when I retreated from the party: face-to-face with the hottest chick I've seen in a long time, and she's naked right in front of me. My cock turns to steel in my pants, straining against the stiff fabric of my jeans. Her eyes lock on mine, and I'm so busted all over again.

"I'm so sorry," I stammer, trying not to stare at her delicious, juicy ass and the memory of watching her playing with her sweet pussy. "I swear I'm not spying on you. I had to use the bathroom and the downstairs one was occupied. I'll just be on my way and you can finish changing. I hope we can just pretend this never happened."

Boipelo giggles, her wide eyes filled with mischief. "I know how much you like to watch, Mr Legodi. But I promise I won't tell if you won't."

So, she definitely saw me watching her last night. Fuck! I know I should feel relieved that she's saying she won't tell anyone about what I did, but I still feel uneasy about this whole situation.

"Yeah, about last night. I swear I'm not some kind of neighbourhood peeping Tom. I was up late with the baby, and then I saw the light on in your room. I didn't mean to watch you, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Anyway, I'm so sorry I invaded your privacy. It won't happen again."

Instead of accepting my apology, she surprises me by turning to face me and slipping out of her panties. She inches the fabric down her long, toned legs and steps out of the tiny thong, and I'm unable to look away from her bare pussy all over again.

"Boipelo…" my voice trails off, and she ignores me and slips her tank top over her head. In less than a minute, she's standing naked from the waist down in front of me, with only a lacy bra on top, and I'm powerless to keep myself from staring at her beautiful body. Her tits are even better up close.

"You have nothing to apologise for, Lehlohonolo. I'm happy to show you my body any time you want. Maybe you'd like to fuck me, yourself?"

My jaw drops open. Boipelo looks so innocent on the outside, but when she opens her mouth, it's pure seductress that comes out. I'm so fucking turned on right now that I don't even have time to think about how wrong all of this is. I don't think a sound escapes from my lips, and before I even realise what's happening, she's unhooking her lacy bra and fucking taking it off.

TAKING IT OFF!

My mouth is dry, and I haven't answered her question, because let's face it, the only possible answer is HELL YES. Whatever this is, it's so fucking wrong, but I can't seem to stop it. I want her, and that terrifies me. I was kidding myself before when I thought I could resist her. We stare at each other for what feels like ages but is probably less than a minute when, suddenly, I hear footsteps on the stairs.

"Lehlohonolo? Are you up here?" Simphiwe calls out, and I snap out of the trance induced by the girl-next-door's magic pussy and enormous tits long enough to head my wife off at the stairs. If I had delayed even a split second longer, she would have seen Boipelo and I together, and everything would have gone nuclear.

"Everything OK?" I ask, cutting her off before she can get too inquisitive about what exactly I've been up to.

She sighs loudly. "Fine, if you consider your son taking a huge crap while I was trying to eat my lunch. Would you mind changing him?"

"Sure thing," I say, grabbing the nappy bag off her shoulder and following her downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs she hands me the baby, and I head for the living room, where I know Luvo's stinky mess won't bother anyone. Before she turns to leave, her eyes narrow. "By the way, what were you doing upstairs?"

The lie rolls easily off my tongue, like I've been practising it all day. "Testing the upstairs bathroom in peace."

Simphiwe scrunches up her face and rolls her eyes. "Ugh! Spare me the details."

And then she turns on her heels and walks out of the house, and I'm feeling pretty good about the fact that I somehow escaped my wife's wrath.

I ended up playing the rematch game that afternoon and came away with a sprained ankle for my trouble. After icing it and elevating it for the past couple of days, it's already tons better, but Simphiwe is still pissed.

"God, men are such babies. And it serves you right for doing exactly what I told you not to do."

I know she's right, but listening to her say "I told you so" every day for the past forty-eight hours is getting old.

I stand up and hobble over to the cupboard where we keep the Myprodol and pop a couple of pills, chasing them down with a glass of water from the tap. My gaze drifts to the kitchen window, and suddenly there is a flurry of activity in front of the Van Wyks' house. I watch as a car service pulls up and the Van Wyks appear at the pavement with piles of luggage. Boipelo gives their little girl a hug, and in less than five minutes, the Van Wyks are speeding away from the house.

"Hey, what's going on with the Van Wyks? I just saw them leaving with a bunch of bags, and it looks like Boipelo is staying behind. Did they go on a last-minute holiday or something?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! I went to coffee with Chantel this morning, and she told me that Dewald's company suddenly transferred him to Cape Town as part of a reorg. Apparently, it was some kind of emergency situation and they had to pick up and move in less than a week. It was one of those crazy things where the employees have to say yes to the transfer, or they get fired on the spot."

"Wow. That's kind of crazy. So, what about Boipelo? I mean, didn't they just hire her? Why isn't she going with them?"

Simphiwe looks at me like I'm stupid. "Because she's studying at Damelin. She was planning to work for them full-time this summer and then part-time when classes start. But now that they had to leave so suddenly, she's looking for another place to stay."

Of course. Damelin is practically the heart of this side of town, and now it makes sense that Boipelo would be staying behind. But a small twinge of disappointment washes over me at the prospect of not having Boipelo living next door for much longer. While I haven't seen her since the party, there's a part of me that was hoping our paths would cross again, and judging by the events of this afternoon, it's looking less and less likely that's going to happen. I'm already telling myself that it's a blessing in disguise when the doorbell rings.

Simphiwe jumps up from the couch where she's bouncing Luvo on her knee with an excited grin on her face, and immediately my curiosity is piqued. Is it my imagination, or is Simphiwe in a better-than-average mood? Normally she kind of mopes around the house, grumbling about what a mess everything is while sending me looks of pure hatred and complaining about what a slob I am. But now that I think about it, she's been in a great mood ever since she got back from coffee.

"Hey! Come on in!" I hear Simphiwe say to whoever is at the door. After a few coos and giggles from Luvo, Simphiwe and our guest appear in the living room. To my surprise, it's Boipelo.

"Lehlohonolo, you remember Boipelo, right?" Simphiwe asks, beaming from ear to ear. I think I'm in shock, but I recover quickly. "Of course, I remember Boipelo. Nice to see you again," I say, searching Simphiwe's face for an explanation for Boipelo's unexpected visit.

"Hi, Mr Legodi," Boipelo says, and now it's my turn to wait for one of them to tell me what the heck is going on.

Simphiwe seems a little bit nervous, but her face is lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Sorry, I didn't have time to catch you up on everything, Lehlohonolo, but with the Van Wyks moving away so quickly, I realised that Boipelo would be the perfect nanny for Luvo. I hope you don't mind, but this morning I asked Boipelo if she'd like to come work for us. Boipelo will even be able to help us out when she goes back to Damelin. Isn't that awesome!"

Boipelo watches my face carefully, a small, knowing smirk curving up the corners of her beautiful face.

"Um, wow. That's great," I say, hoping that Simphiwe hasn't noticed the way my throat is constricting.

"And it gets even better!" Simphiwe grins. "I've asked Boipelo to move in with us. I couldn't stand the thought of her rattling around over there in Dewald and Suné's empty house all summer while the house is on the market, when she could live with us. We have plenty of room, with the guest room in the finished basement, and it will be easier for her to watch Luvo if she moves in with us. Doesn't that sound great, Lehlohonolo?"

Simphiwe is practically staring me down, as if she's willing me to make a scene and complain or challenge any of the things she's just sprung on me. I have to admit it was masterfully done, because she knows that even if I did object, now that Boipelo is standing right in front of us, there's no way I would dare contradict any of her plans.

Boipelo just stands there patiently, smiling from ear to ear.

"Of course, I'm so glad to have Boipelo staying with us," I say. "Makes perfect sense."

"Thank you both so much for this opportunity. I can't wait to give you all the help you need," Boipelo says, her gaze lingering in my direction, and I take in a deep breath, because there's no mistaking the double meaning in her words.

Boipelo is going to do her best to seduce me, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.