From the instant I met mysterious, hard-bodied Formula One driver Marco Rhys, he took charge – leading me on a red-lined, wild ride into his world.
But I’d vowed to never give a man control of my life. Ever. It was my unbreakable rule, a principle I promised to never compromise – no matter what.
So despite his rock hard abs, devilish good looks and charm to match, I felt sure I’d rise to the challenge. After all, I’d handled my fair share of billionaire playboys in my short career and never failed to deliver. I had too much at stake, and too much to lose if I failed.
If I couldn’t sign Marco to the investment firm I worked for, I could wave my dreams goodbye. Everyone who said I would never amount to anything would be right.
But I didn’t count on the unstoppable force of Marco Rhys.
Everything depended on our battle of wills. One of us would have to conquer the other – in the boardroom or the bedroom.
Which one of us would surrender first?
Why did I feel like it might be me?