When a modern woman is introduced to the world of sexual submission, her life and her heart will never be the same.
Calleigh Stuart has lusted after David Shalvington for the better part of the last year, and despite her best efforts, he's never been anything but cool and polite. When she puts her feelings on the line, he discloses a sexual side that demands sexual and emotional submission at odds with everything she believes. Can she put aside her reservations in order to embrace true love?
David is a busy executive in his professional life and a sexual dominant in his personal life. Despite his attraction to her, he's ignored Calleigh's subtle signals because he has no time to initiate a novice submissive. But when he finally realizes he can't get her out of his mind, he's willing to do whatever it takes to demonstrate how satisfying the sexual dark side can be.
"Did you hear me calling your name?" he asked, his deep blue stare concerned and slightly pissed off at the same time, clearly shocked that she could have, in fact, heard him calling her name and pointedly ignored it.
Score one for the girl.
She rolled her eyes and considered the male specimen in front of her. Even though she'd actively ignored him for the last hour and a half, she had been intensely aware of him. Of his deep, husky voice whenever he opened his mouth. His spicy aftershave that floated subtly around her, enveloping her as seductively as a lover. His strong, tan hands that had confidently gripped his beer bottle and spoke of a self-assured man who knew exactly what to do with those hands.
"My hearing works fine," she tartly responded, hands on hips, swinging her purse to her opposite shoulder and planting her legs apart as though bracing for a fight.
"Why didn't you stop then?" He looked honestly perplexed. Chasing after any woman and not have her stop as soon as the command rolled off his cruel lips must be a novel experience.
"Why would I?" she asked.
"Why wouldn't you?" he countered, furrowing his brows.
"You honestly want me to answer? After what happened the last time I talked to you? Excuse me. I need to get home." She tried to side step his wide form in the sidewalk, but he blocked her path again.
"Calleigh, please," he pleaded, putting his arms out as though intent on physically restraining her again.
"Please what, David? What exactly would you like me to do? I'm sorry. I guess I'm unfamiliar with the protocol in these types of situations. I'm a little out of my league when a man, who, last time I saw him, told me he wanted nothing to do with me and I was essentially the most repulsive woman on the face of the earth, now wants my attention. What is it, exactly? What can I, Calleigh Stuart, do for the incomparable David Shalvington?"
His mouth twisted in the semblance of a smile. He was so smug. God, what she wouldn't do to wipe the smile off his face. She, who'd never harmed a living soul in her entire life, was tempted to kick him in the nuts.
When his mouth remained silent, she said, "I'm tempted to call the cops and report I'm being accosted by a large, two hundred pound man who is preventing me from getting home. Cops aren't usually too sympathetic to a man like yourself."
"Big and macho."
"You think I'm macho?" He looked pleasantly surprised by the statement. And pleased. Way too pleased.
"Oh for the love of God. Now, please, get out of way before I use my feet to ensure you can never father children."
He laughed, a rich, husky sound, one that did funny, unexpected things to her gut.
"We don't want that now do we," he purred.
"Doesn't matter to me, but it might to your future wife."
"Why all this concern about my romantic future?"
"Are you truly this insensitive? Honestly? I ask you out, you turn me down in a way that was beyond cruel, and now you want to flirt with me? Are you bipolar? Or just fucking crazy? Either way, it doesn't matter much to me."
As the words rolled off her tongue, she realized their truth. They didn't matter to her. She wasn't anyone's doormat. No man could talk to her the way he had, without repercussions. Think there wasn't a price to be paid. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. It didn't matter that she still found him devastatingly attractive. No way was he treating her poorly again.
He looked down at the sidewalk for a brief second before raising his eyes to hers again.
"Calleigh, I'm sorry."
"For what? What part are you sorry about? Sorry I ever asked you out? Sorry you said no? Or sorry you're an asshole? For the record, I'm sorry you're an asshole too, but I can't fix your personality defects."
"I'm sorry I said no when you asked me out," he clarified.
"Noted. Now, please move to the side and let me pass."
"I can't do that."
"Why not? Your legs not working?"
"My legs work fine. As do all of my other body parts." His look was so flooded with lust, it made her cheeks flame and warmed other body parts as well.
"Can we fast forward through whatever is taking you way too long to tell me? Because honestly? I'm tired. I've had a shitty day and all I want to do is go home. So please. Finish what you started and then we can each go on our separate ways," she continued. She refused to acknowledge her attraction to him was still pulsing with life. She had enough self-destructive habits already in her own life. She did not need to add David Shalvington to them. And she would never be with a man who demonstrated such little respect for her and her feelings.
"I was a jerk," he reluctantly acknowledged.