Andrea Jason knows she's not the one. She too decent, too young, too innocent, too inexperienced, too everything. But he can't keep his mind off her. He doesn't want to love her. He wants to possess her, body, soul, and mind. So he stays away.Their happily ever after is filled with domination, bondage, toys, and steamy scenes that should have no place in an office with glass windows.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Andrea was still in the office, eyes glued determinedly at the screen. I felt a breeze blow over my exposed bottom half. The icy wind against my heated skin only compounded my fear and increased my heartbeat even more. I knew there was only one thing to do.There was only one thing I could do.I had to ask him if he had any spare clothes I could borrow. It was that or going into the main office outside with dozens of eyes staring at my half naked body. HR would have my ass out in the streets before I could say, 'help.'I tried to hide the quivering in my limbs, but my fear was painfully obvious. Cyndi was going to get it when she comes back. That horrible, horrible mentor. When I asked her to help me seduce my boss, this wasn't quite what I had in mind.At the sound of the door opening, he looked up and locked me in a gaze so intense that all my breath went out of my lungs."Haley," he breathed, his voice vibrating through me. "What're you doing here? What happened?"There was concern in his eyes and something else. I had my hands over my crotch, hoping to cover as much of my nakedness as possible. My nipples brushed against my blouse uncomfortably.He drank in the sight of my trembling thighs and shaking fingers without an ounce of thought of the humiliation I was going through, as if mapping and memorizing every inch of my curves for his private collection."I- umm..." I wasn't sure what to say. Coming into his office was my only option but I suddenly felt I should have considered other options. Running out into the public felt like a viable possibility now that I was standing in front of this statue of a man."Cyndi took my clothes," I blurted out, feeling like a complete tattletale even though it was true. It felt surreal. A woman almost twice my age stole my clothes and now I'm in the office of a man who was old enough to be my father for help.He got up from his seat. "She took your clothes?" he glanced out of the room, seeing that there was nobody else in the reception area where we usually sat. "Why?" he asked, closing the space between us with alarming speed.I backed away until my back was pressed firmly against the cold glass door. I tensed from the sudden contact. My lungs begged for air and cold sweat trickled down the side of my face.His masculine scene oozed off him in waves. Gone was the kind, gentle man I had grown to know over the past few months.There was nothing kind and gentle about the animal look he was giving me. I was afraid.