He’s a billionaire, and I’m his servant, his kid’s nanny. I’m a professional, and what I did just now was about as unprofessional as you can get. I can’t help fantasizing about last night... Those hands dismantled my defences one by one. He knocked me off my feet and scooped me up in his arms. One bulging bicep hooked under my knees. The other arm strapped around my back. But I wake up alone and sore in Malcolm Malloy’s luxury bedroom. He doesn’t call or anything. Is he planning on firing me this morning? What could he possibly see in me? He’s my boss, after all. He had his way with me, all right. He had me every which way, all night long. He’s a stud, a master. He owns me, body and soul. He has me, and now I want him to follow his monster craving to its limit.