Lina , an au pair from the Philippines has moved in with Keith , his wife and family .Shes short with voluptuous lips and big breasts. She developes a crush on Keith

Chapter 1: Introduction

The plane touched down in San Francisco, and as I stepped off the metal beast that had transported me from the Philippines, I felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. The cool air of the California evening was a stark contrast to the tropical climate I had left behind, and I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself. I clutched the bag containing my meager belongings and the letter that had changed the course of my life.

As we drove, I marveled at the sprawling suburban neighborhoods we passed, with their well-manicured lawns and tall trees. The houses were lovely, each one unique, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness.

A young woman with fiery red hair and a name tag that read "Caitlyn" from the airline met me at the arrivals gate. She welcomed me with a warm smile and handed me a small envelope.

"Welcome to America, Lina! Here are your documents. The Williams family is expecting you. Let me know if you need any help."

I thanked her and made my way to the taxi stand, my heart pounding in my chest. The driver, a friendly man with a thick mustache, loaded my bag into the trunk and we set off towards the address written on the envelope.

"Welcome to America, Lina! Here are your documents. The Williams family is expecting you. Let me know if you need any help."

But as the taxi turned onto the tree-lined street where the Williams family lived, I felt a strange sense of anticipation. The house was charming, a two-story colonial with a spacious yard and a white picket fence. Its inviting front porch, complete with rocking chairs, overlooked a flower garden filled with colorful blooms.

The driver pulled up to the curb and I paid him, stepping out onto the sidewalk with my bag in hand. I took a deep breath and walked up the path to the front door. Before I could knock, it swung open to reveal a woman with fiercely intelligent eyes and a warm smile.

"Lina!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to let me in. "I'm Emily. You must be freezing. Come in, come in."

Emily was beautiful, with high cheekbones and a slender figure, her dark hair pulled back into a neat bun. She was dressed in scrubs, and I could smell the faint scent of antiseptic beneath her perfume.

"Thank you," I murmured, stepping inside. The house was cozy, with warm wooden floors and a roaring fireplace in the living room.

"Keith!" Emily called out, her voice echoing through the house.

"Keith, Lina's here!"

A man emerged from the hallway, his footsteps heavy and sure. Keith Williams was handsome, with a rugged charm that made my heart flutter. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes, a stormy blue, held an intensity that made me feel both seen and unnerved. He was dressed in a crisp shirt and slacks, a stark contrast to Emily's casual attire.

"Lina," he said, extending a hand. "Welcome to our home."

His grip was strong, his palm calloused. I felt a spark, a connection that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Keith's eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long before he released my hand and stepped back. I felt Emily's gaze on us, and the slight tension in the air was palpable.

"I'll show you to your room," Emily said, breaking the silence. "You must be exhausted after your journey."

As we climbed the stairs, I could feel Keith's eyes on me, and I struggled to suppress a shiver of anticipation. My room was sweet and cozy, with a four-poster bed and a window that overlooked the backyard.

"Make yourself comfortable," Emily said. "Dinner's in an hour.

Feel free to explore the house," Emily said, leaving me alone in my room. I took a deep breath, unpacking my bag and hanging my clothes in the armoire. I could hear the low rumble of Keith's voice downstairs, a soothing baritone that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but steal a glance out the window, catching a glimpse of him through the kitchen window, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Emily was right; I was exhausted.

But as I lay in bed, the house creaking and settling around me, I couldn't seem to relax. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all centered around Keith. I couldn't shake the feeling of our connection, the spark that had ignited between us. I tried to push the thoughts aside, to remind myself that he was my employer, married, and off-limits. But the more I tried, the more his image burned in my mind.

Restless, I climbed out of bed and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, the kids already asleep, and Emily, I presumed, still at work.

I padded downstairs in my bare feet, the wooden floor cool beneath my touch. The scent of Keith's whiskey still lingered in the air, a tantalizing aroma that seemed to beckon me towards the study where he retreats when he needs to work late.

I peeked through the crack in the door, seeing him hunched over his laptop, brow furrowed in concentration. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned skin. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft click of his fingers on the keyboard.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I watched him. He was so focused, so intent, and it was incredibly sexy. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have that kind of intensity directed at me.

I slipped into the room, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Keith didn't notice me at first, his brow furrowed as he typed away. I took a moment to appreciate the view, his broad shoulders, the way his shirt hugged his muscular chest. I could see the faint outline of his abs through the fabric, and I felt a stirring of desire low in my belly.

I took a step closer, the soft carpet muffling my footsteps. Keith finally sensed my presence and looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Lina," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing down here?"

I could see the question in his eyes, the unspoken words hanging between us. I felt a thrill of danger, of taboo, and I knew I should turn back. But I couldn't. Something about him, about this moment, was too powerful to resist.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I heard you working and...I wanted to see you."

Keith's eyes darkened, his gaze traveling over me like a physical touch. I felt my nipples harden beneath my thin nightgown, betraying my arousal.

"Lina," he said, his voice a low growl. "You shouldn't be down here."

But he made no move to stop me, no move to send me back to my room. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm not a good man, Lina. Not when it comes to you."

I bit my lip, feeling a thrill at his words. "Show me," I whispered.

Keith's eyes flashed, and he stood up so suddenly that his chair toppled over. He crossed the distance between us in three long strides, backing me up against the wall. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lip.

"You want to see how bad I can be?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

Keith's eyes darkened, and he pressed his body against mine, his erection hard against my stomach. I could feel the heat of him, the raw power, and it sent a shockwave of desire through me.

"Fuck, Lina," he growled, his hand moving from my face to my breast, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of my nightgown. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

I gasped at the contact, my nipples aching for more. "Show me," I whispered again, my hands moving to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.