The door swung open and, as expected, I was met with the intoxicating aroma of cedar wood and musk. Its familiarity didn’t render its effect on me any less potent, and in fact, I yearned for it throughout the week when it wasn’t there.
“Hello Emily.” Said Mr DeLuca with a warm smile.
The way he’d say my name with that smooth, voice of his sent shivers down my spine. And that smile, drove me wild. I’ll never forget the first time I saw it and the butterflies I had for the rest of the day.
I was just eighteen when I first met Mr DeLuca. I had taken up babysitting his two kids every Saturday night whilst he and his wife attended their date. It was good money, especially considering that I was still in high-school and just looking for a little extra change. But from the moment I met him, I was smitten.