Candee's Secret Wish

Fingers tapping the immaculate white keyboard—Thomas is glued to his screen, lost in whatever boring spreadsheet owns him. Across the room Candee Licious’s smile is already plotting something dangerous. Those tiny shorts ride high on her hips, little white gym socks hugging her ankles, bare feet padding closer with intent. Thomas glances up, catches the feet first, and just like that the spreadsheet doesn’t stand a chance.