Watching Willa: Older Woman Younger Man Romance Book 1

By Lila Robin

Max can't take his eyes off his hot neighbor Willa, when he accidentally peeks into her house. Instead of asking her out, he decides to admire her in a distance, with a pair of binoculars. But when Willa invites her ex-boyfriend over for dinner, Max cannot control his jealousy.
Willa doesn’t believe it when her young neighbor makes a pass at her. Max is simply too gorgeous to be true. He puzzles her even more when he interrupts her date, and when she figures out the reason she decides to play along...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lila Robin
• Release date: Apr 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005591823

Lila Robin

Lila Robin enjoys reading and writing naughty stories.In her teenage years, Lila frequently fantasized about older men.But as she grows older, her preference naturally becomes younger.

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Watching Willa

An Older Woman Younger Man Romance

Book 1

Lila Robin

Copyright ©2019 by Lila Robin

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Chapter 1

Max

I lie down on the chaise lounge after swimming thirty laps and sigh contently. It feels great to be home. I didn’t realize how much I missed my parents’ house. I hated the tiny square I had in the university dorm although I didn’t spend that much time there because most of time I was in the library or the gym besides the classrooms. Now my first year of college was finally over. I have a long, nice summer ahead. I might look for a part-time job in town later, but for now, all I want is to relax.

And I mean it. I put my hands under my head and space out while appreciating my surroundings. Our yard isn’t large, but my parents make sure it’s well-kept and private. They planted lots of trees, making it feel like a small forest. I particularly like the cypresses along the edges of our property. I was still six when they were planted and I remember being the same height as the trees. For about a year we grew at the same pace, but after that, they outgrew me quickly. Now I feel like a dwarf when I stand in front of them.

I gaze at the trees, remembering when I was still a child I could easily spot the two-story Victoria house next door. My classmate Jeff used to