It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Seeing him again.

Mr. Devereaux.

The man who I haven't seen in more than twenty-years. A man who is also completely off-limits.

His dark eyes resemble thunder as he takes in every inch of me, and I see something there that startles me.

Heat.

I see the flames and they're almost too hot to handle.

It shouldn't be empowering; what I do to him, but it is.

Granted, I am in my underwear, answering his expensive booty call, but still.

I had no idea he'd be my first client. But Mr. Devereaux is having none of it, much to my delight. He wants me for himself.

So, we make a deal; I won't do this with any other man, and he'll be my sugar daddy.

The time we spend together will be our little secret.

And it's not like it's a chore. The man has it all.

He can buy anything. Including me — but is it enough?

The only problem is, when it's time to let him go, am I really ready for the fall?

And will he feel the same way?

It's addictive.

He's addictive.

He knows who I am.

He knows why this is forbidden. And so do I.