I spent the afternoon fixing the plumbing in Unit 2B. The tenant, a young man named Elias, insisted on helping. He held the flashlight while I worked under the sink. He kept apologizing for being in my way, but his eyes were fixed on my ass every time I bent over. I could feel his gaze burning through my slacks. I should have reprimanded him. I should have maintained my authority. But instead, I felt that familiar, shameful wetness soak my panties. I imagined dropping my wrench, turning around, and forcing his face between my thighs right there on the dirty floor. I want to be taken by a man who sees past my respectable facade and recognizes the desperate slut hiding underneath. I want him to pin me down and reclaim this building as his own, starting with me.