"Are you hungry?" the mystery woman asked.
Jon, feeling the sexiness oozing out of her, gulped and said "Y-yes."
"Good," she purred.
He didn't know how, but this woman had some sort of sexual hold on him. He wanted her. More than anything. Even though he had no idea who she was. Truthfully, right now, he couldn't care less. He didn't even wonder why she was in his house anymore.
Jon leaned in towards her, wanting to be closer to her.
"Then why don't you finish making us breakfast?" She whispered, gesturing to the things she'd started getting out.
Jon's mind reeled.
