I thought my neighbor was just a grumpy recluse.
Turns out, he’s the devil in an Armani suit.
It all started with a Christmas disaster.
My curvy boudoir photos landed on his doorstep.
Cue absolute panic…
And visions of him laughing at my plus-size curves.
But when I showed up to reclaim my photos…
He wasn’t laughing.
He was waiting.
Dark eyes filled with hunger.
And my photos gripped tightly in his hand.
