My credit card just got declined at the lingerie store.
Now Im in therapy with a man who wants to discipline the shopping addiction right out of me.
I knew I needed help when the salesgirls smile turned to pity. Maxed out cards, empty bank account, and a monster inside me that whispers buy buy buy until I cant think straight.
Enter Dr. Nathan Whitlow. Six-foot-two of controlled authority with a voice that makes me want to be good. His methods? Lets just say they involve more than talking about my feelings.
He puts me on an allowance. Makes me track every penny. And when I mess up?
Well. Thats when things get interesting.
Im not supposed to call my therapist the d-word. Im definitely not supposed to want his praise more than my next purchase. And Im absolutely not supposed to be getting hot and bothered every time he says good girl.
But here I am, over his desk for behavioral correction, trying not to moan.
How long before these boundaries completely shatter?
Daddy Knows Best is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a shopaholic sweetheart and the stern therapist wholl discipline her into shape.
