Cleaning Lady for My Friend's Daddy

Cleaning my friend's dad's luxurious near-empty condo is supposed to be a quick and easy job. A few dusty surfaces, a quiet afternoon. Then I find his late wife's dress, whispering from the back of the closet. The pull is too strong, and next thing I know, I'm slipping it on, the fabric a delicious caress against my bare skin.Then door opens. He freezes, his eyes drinking me in, and the air crackl...