Every time Rosie looks at Roy Halliday, the father of the children she babysits, she aches inside. Even though he's nearly twice her age, she thinks about him at night while she gasps beneath her sheets; imagines him between her thighs, giving her the pleasure she longs for...
But she doesn't just fantasize about him giving her pleasure. She wants him to give her a baby.
Sometimes, in the intense green gaze of his eyes, she imagines that she can see a similar longing.
But is it really just her imagination?
