Chris Carmichael owns this company. His name is on the marquee. He’s the alpha male who holds my fate in his hands.
And oh god, but he loves to squeeze and see me squirm.
Because Mr. Carmichael says I can only get my book published if I do what he says.
Holding still.
Bending over.
Toeing the line, even if it’s not right.
This shouldn’t be happening. My aspiration is to be a published author, and not some skanky ho who sleeps her way to the top.
But Mr. Carmichael is hard to resist. Everything he’s suggesting is so wrong and yet so absolutely tempting.
So what if I fall down the rabbit hole?
After all, temptation goes both ways.
