Be careful who you spill your secrets to ... Some women just have it--that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees.
Not me.
My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were ... you know. Not my proudest moment.
And my crush on my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen.
But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I'm suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination.
Next thing I know, I've spent a month sharing every filthy fantasy I've ever had with a man I know only as Mister Bigshot. A man who can make my toes curl with just a few keystrokes. A man who brings new meaning to the eggplant emoji.
A man who now wants to meet in person.
Dressed in my rarely-used little black dress and heels higher than my expectations, I gather my courage and cross the restaurant toward the stranger who's been teasing me mercilessly all month.
But then I come to a dead stop. Right in the middle of the restaurant. Frozen in place like a deer in the candlelight.
Because the man sitting there waiting on me is no stranger.
The man I've bared everything to--and I do mean everything--is none other than my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO.
Mister Bigshot is ... my boss.
And trust me, there's no emoji for the look he's giving me right now ...
Contains mature themes.
