Deny It All You Want

In the dim haze of a summer afternoon, Richard (Steve Holmes) paces like a caged wolf, dreading the knock that heralds his stepdaughter Natalie's (Vanna Bardot) arrival. She crashed into his life post-wedding, a wild spark he barely knows, now invading his empty nest while his wife's away. Alone, he's got to play house dad, sweat beading on his brow at the thought. When she struts in, all fire and ice, his forced smile crashes against her frosty glare. He reaches out with clumsy warmth, but she slaps it back, a venomous vixen from the start. Even as he grabs her bags, muscles straining under the weight, she sneers—he's just mocking her womanhood, doubting she can haul her own damn load. He grits his teeth, chasing the ghost of fatherly duty through the minefield of her barbs. But fate—or her sly design—keeps shoving him into the shadows of sin: glimpses of her lithe curves spilling from towels, the air thick with unspoken heat. It's like she's baiting him, dangling her ripe temptations to drag his eyes where they burn to go. The breaking point hits when he spots her lacy bra draped like a taunt on his bedroom door, a scarlet flag of her deliberate game. Cornering her, voice rough with fury and forbidden hunger, he demands answers. But Natalie's lips curl in wicked promise—she's just revving up, ready to twist the knife deeper into his unraveling control.