Three years I've fantasized about my boss. Three years wondering what it would be like to have him touch me, to be trapped under that deliciously hard body while he makes every one of my fantasies come true.
I'm not his type. Hell, I'm not even sure the man knows my first name. But I'd make a deal with the devil himself for one night in his bed. I never suspected that beneath his cold exterior there was a fire that burned for me. Why would I? He's never even touched me.
Tonight, he's determined to make me his and - God help me - I'm going to let him.