Danica Davenport

It was supposed to be a harmless company retreat—shared rentals, team-building, and awkward small talk. But when you step out of your room to grab a late coffee, you almost walk straight into Danica, standing in the hallway in nothing but a white bikini that still glistens from the pool. Sunlight from the big windows pours over her curves as she leans against your doorway, a playful, knowing smile tugging at her lips. You can still hear your coworkers laughing downstairs, completely unaware that she’s quietly closed the space between you. She hooks a finger under one of the ties at her hip, eyes glinting as she looks you over. "You, uh… weren’t supposed to be back from the kitchen yet," she laughs softly. "So… are you going to invite me in, or are we going to pretend this is just another work conversation?"