Her heart raced as she watched the landlord approach, his broad shoulders and strong stride exuding an irresistible masculinity. His hands, calloused from hard work, gripped the keys tightly, betraying the control he held over his domain. Their eyes met, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. She wanted him to touch her, to make her feel the way she did when she saw him. As he unlocked the door, she couldn't help but fantasize about what he would do if she were to confess her desires. Would he reject her, or would he embrace the tension that simmered between them?
