She confessed all her secret fantasies to me and then she found out who I was. I dont have any problem getting women into bed. Or pressed up against a wall. Or all up in my lap in the back of a cab. After all, Im a billionaire, CEO of my own company, handsome as hell and a bigshot. Yeah, thats a euphemism. So Im not exactly sure why Ive spent the last month talking to a woman online, a woman I know only as SweetVixen. All I know is that her emails drive me crazy. Theyre dirty as hell and they make me feel things I havent felt in years. But when we finally meet, were both in for a shock. Because it turns out my SweetVixen is actually mousy little Hannah Cole, a junior copywriter from my own marketing department. Shes embarrassed. She says its wrong. But somehow, knowing the devious fantasies that lurk beneath those innocent sweater sets makes me want her more than ever whatever the cost. Luckily, Im the boss and that means I always get what I want.