Another Bait

Helen, her heart pounding with anticipation, entered Philip’s home, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her target.

Finding it empty, she wasted no time, using the password to gain access to the house.

With a focused mind, she set to work, carefully cooking up a delicious meal and sprucing up the house, creating a cosy and intimate atmosphere.

After putting the finishing touches on the dinner table, she excused herself to take a shower, changing into a provocative nightie that left little to the imagination.

Philip stepped into his house, the delicious aroma greeting him like a long-lost friend.

His nostrils flared, savouring the familiar scents as he turned to Helen, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“You’re…home,” he said, his tone carefully measured.

Helen, her face the epitome of sweetness, smiled at him, her gaze lingering on his face. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, her voice lilting with innocence. “I thought you might appreciate a home-cooked meal for a change.”