Hot Bastard Next Door

As a teenager, I used fantasize about sneaking into my neighbor's bedroom and giving him the best night of his life. Duncan Kelley was the ridiculously hot boy next door - and my best friend's older brother. Our nightly ritual? Him watching me undress through my lace window curtains I fell hard for him and promised my heart and virginity. Too bad sh*t hit the fan and he left town - leaving behind no explanation. I was heartbroken but I moved on. Now, years later, I’m living my dream life as an exec in Hollywood. I just found out he's in town, and working as a private body guard for an A list celebrity on set. Rumors are spreading about their relationship together. What do I care? So what if he’s hotter than ever? So what if I still have my v-card? As far as he's concerned, my legs are SEAL'd.