For the past four years, I’ve kept a tightly guarded secret. I want a man to take control.
There are three reasons why I decide to go to Dom Prescott’s hotel room that night. First is the dominant way he glares at me in the bar. Second is the room number scribbled on his cocktail napkin with the word “come”. Last, but perhaps most important, is the assumption that my scandalous night with the sexy stranger will remain confidential and private.
After tonight, I will move to New York to work for my father’s marketing firm, and I can’t add the stress of dealing with a relationship, but it’s been so long since I felt a man inside me. So, I make a promise to myself. I’ll indulge my most submissive desires for one night only. When I get to New York, my focus will be on the job.
Imagine my surprise when I show up for my first day of work and realize that the stranger who absolutely owned me in bed is my new boss.
Cute. Inexperienced. His big eyes beg me to take charge.
I can handle that. What I can’t handle are the feelings that come afterward. On the cusp of my big promotion to partner, there can’t be any distractions.
And boy is this guy a distraction.
One night of indulging my darkest desires with the gorgeous Sean, but it has to end when he walks out the hotel door. Returning to New York means returning my focus to the job.
So, what am I supposed to do when my boss tells me to show his son the ropes?