He didn't fire me for sleeping with him. He promoted me to his personal plaything.

I thought Finn Jones was just a stranger I met at a bar - a one-night stand to forget my stalled career. I didn't know he was the billionaire owner of the company I work for.

When he summons me to the top floor the next morning, I expect a severance package. Instead, he offers me the Senior VP role I've been killing myself to get. But the contract has a rider: total submission.

He is angry, dominant, and determined to teach me my place. He wants to take me over the desk, in the stairwell, and against the glass walls of his office. He demands I pay for my promotion with my body, my obedience, and my womb.

He wants to breed an heir, and he has decided I am the vessel.

Now I am caught between the career of my dreams and a man who demands to own my soul. Is this a promotion, or a hostile takeover?