Do you see what I see? I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It's innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors. That's when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night staring at me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it. I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?