College freshman Candace Jackson was playing a dangerous game. Every sway of her hips, every deliberate flash of skin under the guise of “office attire,” was a power move aimed directly at Darryl, her summer supervisor. Those clinging blouses and barely-there skirts weren't accidents; they were weapons. And Darryl, trapped under his desk with a throbbing hard-on and the office's largest account to manage, was losing the battle.
His secret life — the one where he captured the raw, untamed beauty of women on film — made Candace his ultimate prize. He obsessed with the thrill of capturing her, of owning her image, of breaking Daddy's little girl.
The risk was enormous, but the potential reward… intoxicating.
