Get ready to leave your panties at the door. The first thing Alyssa—my brand new secretary—said to me was that we needed to keep things... Professional. She acted like I was some wild animal. Like I might grope her in our first investor meeting. It infuriated me—not because she was wrong, no. She was right about me. I was definitely an animal. It just pissed me off that she thought she could tell me what to do. I was the boss. Not her. But fine. I tried to stop thinking about her long hair, her decadent curves, her intoxicating scent. And I could have stopped fantasizing about her. Until I found her fantasies. Alyssa has been writing about how much she wants a man to control her. A man who can make her kneel, beg, sweat and moan. A man like me. My secretary has a secret—one I'm ready to use against her. I'm about to see how professional she really wants to be.