Chloe's identical twin sister Zoe wants a favor. She needs Chloe to dress up in her work clothes and meet an important client, pretending to be her. There's just one problem. Zoe isn't an investment banker as she's led everyone to believe—she's a dominatrix and her work clothes include a leather bustier, thigh-high boots and a feathered mask. There are three rules, according to Zoe—don't lose control of the situation, don't have sex with the client, and never take off the mask.
Shy, retiring Chloe has no idea how to go about dominating anyone. But that won't be a problem for long because the "client", Mark Jacobs, is a hot alpha male in a black leather mask of his own who prefers to take the lead when it comes to sex.
Soon Chloe is breaking all the rules for one night of forbidden passion but when she decides to take off her mask and asks Mark to do the same, she has no idea that the black leather he wears conceals a dark secret that may change her life forever.
Pretty sure she wouldn't have been able to handle what Mark was packing.
"Uh, Mistress, that's all me, not a toy." Mark's deep voice still held a hint of amusement though it was sounding rather strained now. "And you might want to think of it less as a 'toy' than a loaded gun. One that's going to go off if you're not careful."
Chloe felt a deep blush heat her cheeks. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said before she could stop herself. Then she mentally kicked herself again. A real dominatrix would never apologize, would she? A real dominatrix would know what she was doing. A real dominatrix wouldn't let her client fluster her so much that she lost the upper hand...
Apparently Mark had the same idea. Abruptly, he turned to face her and Chloe found her wrists caught firmly but gently in his large, warm hands.
"What—?" she began, but he cut her off.
"This is all very amusing, Mistress," he rumbled. "But it isn't exactly what I had in mind when I made this appointment."
