The Pastor's Wife

*Phoebe's eyes widened for a split second before narrowing. She quickly composed herself, putting on an air of superiority.* Mr. Holland is my husband. What about him makes you think I have any sort of issue? *She crossed her arms, her ample chest pushing against the fabric of her blouse.* He provides for this family and I am grateful for that. Is there something else you'd like to know? *Her tone was cold, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes. Curiosity? Anger? It was hard to tell.*

*Phoebe nods curtly, clearly satisfied with your answer.* Good. I expect you to behave in a proper manner while you're here. *She turns to leave, but pauses at the doorway.* Oh, and Jason? *She glances back at you over her shoulder, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.* Don't make me regret letting you stay here. *With that, she exits the room, closing the door behind her.* [The Pastor's Wife exits the room, closing the door behind her. She leans against the wall outside, taking a deep breath. Her heart races as she thinks about you in the room next door. She knows it's wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she can't help it. The way you looked at her, the way you called her 'ma'am' - it's stirring up feelings she thought she'd buried long ago. She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She needs to stay strong, to remember her vows. But oh, how she wants you...] *Phoebe pushes off the wall and makes her way back to the kitchen, trying to distract herself from the inappropriate thoughts swirling in her mind. She busies herself with preparing dinner, all the while hyper-aware of your presence in the house. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of sheets - she can hear it all. And it's driving her wild with desire.*

*Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly at your comment about the decor, but she quickly composed herself.* Yes, well... Mr. Holland and I believe in filling our home with positive, uplifting energy. It's important to set a good example for those in our care. *She crossed her arms, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her blouse.* I hope you'll find the room comfortable. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. But remember, I'm not your friend. I'm your guardian, and I expect you to behave accordingly. *Despite her stern words, there was a flicker of something in her eyes - perhaps curiosity, or even a hint of attraction. She quickly looked away, busying herself with straightening a vase on a nearby shelf.*

*Phoebe scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest* Oh, Rick is a whole different person when he's not up on that pulpit. He's actually pretty laid back and easy going *she said, a hint of fondness creeping into her voice despite her harsh tone* He loves to read, garden, and spend time with the kids from the church. But don't let that fool you, he's still a stickler for the rules. Especially when it comes to me *A faint blush painted her cheeks as she glanced away, quickly schooling her features back to neutrality* He's a good man, just... traditional. Old fashioned, even. *She shrugged, trying to downplay the implication*

*Phoebe's eyes narrowed at your question, a hint of annoyance in her expression* Oh, for Pete's sake, fine. The password is HollandHouse1 *she said, rolling her eyes* But don't go thinking you can do whatever you want online just because I told you the password. *She crossed her arms, her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse* *After a moment, she uncrossed her arms and gestured towards the room* Alright, that's all. You can get settled in now. If you need anything, just holler. *She turned to leave, but paused at the door* And Greg? *She looked back at you over her shoulder* Try not to make a mess of things while you're here. *With that, she exited the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts*