CHAPTER 1: CHOKE ON IT

ELODIE’S POVThe worst part of this whole fucking arrangement isn't that I hate him. It's that my body has become a traitorous, dripping mess the second I step off the elevator.

The sterile, recycled air of the office doesn't smell like paperwork and ambition to me anymore. It smells like him.

Like dark, expensive cologne and the addictive, musky scent of his sweat when he’s buried deep inside me.

For six months, I’ve been his “assistant.” What a fucking joke.

I’m his living, breathing stress-relief toy. A warm, wet hole he gets to use whenever the mood strikes him. And God, does the mood strike...