It was supposed to be a simple assignment: stake out the golden boy hockey player Cole “Mac” Mackenzie as he exited the arena after a Los Angeles Blades game.

Follow him.

Get dirt on his personal life—something salacious to please the money-hungry gossip rag I worked for.

But I missed the moment Mac left the building. Or so I thought…

Twenty minutes later, I saw actual Mac exit after the media left. Apparently, he'd used a decoy to throw off the press—waiting until everyone left to make his getaway in private.

I started following the real Mac, and got more than I bargained for.

He led me to a mystery building tucked away in the middle of the suburbs.

Turned out, he was going to… a private club.

A club that wasn't for the faint of heart—as I'd soon find out after sneaking in.

I wasn't expecting to connect with Mac inside. Nor did I anticipate him to invite me back as his personal guest.

What started as a simple assignment turned into something much more—my biggest fantasy I never knew I had.

This wasn't about the tabloid story anymore. I lied to my boss, told him there was nothing to see.

Meanwhile, I kept returning to the club.

I was addicted to unraveling the mysteries of Mac's world.

Addicted to the man who lit a fire inside me.

But—with my own secret—it was only a matter of time before I got burned.