Unveiled Desires
Unveiled Desires Prologue: The first time I noticed Mr. Harris—Emily’s dad, my best friend’s father—was during one of our regular get-togethers. He walked in wearing just his tailored slacks, revealing a tantalizing hint of his tanned skin above his polished leather shoes as he bent over to grab something beneath the table. My eyes traced every line etched into his broad shoulders by life’s experiences, imagining the sculpted form hidden beneath his crisp white shirt. That moment lit a fire within me; it smoldered for months before blossoming into an obsessive allure. At twenty-one, I knew exactly what I wanted—to …