Chef Daniel Barlow, the acclaimed celebrity chef, was the reason I applied to this job. He’s commanding, graceful, talented, devastatingly handsome… in short, the perfect name to have on my resume when I finally start my own bakery.
He doesn’t need to know this. He doesn’t need to know that I’ve been fantasizing about his domineering presence or plush full lips for months.
When a jerk of a customer threatened me and Daniel came to my rescue, I should have declined his offer for a ride home. But there was something about him, some primal, instinctual pull towards him that had me saying yes without argument.
As it turned out, there were a lot of yes’s in my future with Daniel.
Because Daniel wasn’t your everyday sexy-as-hell boss–no, he was a Dominant, who offered all my fantasies to me on a silver platter.
Power. Possession. Dominance.
He was everything I never knew I wanted. But if I gave myself over to him, could I find some way to salvage my independence and dreams?