I thought my life had hit rock bottom when I was forced to work at a strip club with a very lax "no touching" policy. Nothing could possibly be worse.
It turns out I was wrong. Getting sold to Dr. Hunter Savage, a control freak with a heart as cold as ice, has sent me down another layer of hell. He demands absolute obedience, and uses me any way he pleases. I hate every order, every touch, every kiss.
Most of all, I hate how my body reacts to him. I hate how I crave the small cracks in his armor, the hint of a smile.
I hate how I start to crave him.
And I hate that I might actually find some measure of happiness with a man who wants to shape me into his perfect woman.