Chapter 25 Illicit Obsession

“She’s in the closet,” Chrissy sings before prancing over to the hallway closet. “Stop,” I command, and the beautiful blonde freezes, her eyes wide with surprise. Oh shit. I feel guilty. I’m coming off way too harsh and I don’t want to scare her because even if the brat’s testing my limits, I can tell she only means well. Chrissy may be frisky and sassy, but she’s also very sweet and giving. She’s a good kid; she’s just out of her depth.