Playing His Games — Tory Baker

I'm a self-proclaimed bachelor. I need no one. Until her. When a friend asked me to hire his youngest daughter, I had reservations. Yet, I needed a secretary. So, I said why not. Sometimes being a good guy backfires on you. This is definitely one of those times. Fawn is younger than me—way too young. She's also a walking fantasy that tortures me daily with images running through my mind of all the dirty things I want to do to her. I need her so much I can taste it. I try to resist, but once I see the hunger in her beautiful eyes, it's over, just like my bachelor days. She might think I'm playing games. She's wrong. I'm claiming her as mine . . . Forever. Contains mature themes.