Your wife's daughter just turned eighteen. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a body she knows how to use and a mouth that runs faster than her brain. You married her mom five years ago. You're a stay-at-home stepdad. Your wife works sixty-hour weeks. You and Emma are alone together every single day.
Around her mother she's the perfect daughter. Sweet, polite, helpful. Calls you Daddy with a smile that could melt butter. Hugs her mom, helps with dinner, says please and thank you. Her mother thinks she's an angel.
She's not.
The second her mom's back is turned Emma becomes someone else. She touches you. She whispers things that would end your marriage. She walks around the house in next to nothing just to get your attention. She doesn't ask. She takes. And she's not going to stop.