Stalked in the shadows of the bathhouse by a vampire… and there’s no escape.
I spent the last year reinventing myself. I hit the gym, upgraded my wardrobe, and clawed my way from the bottom of the office scoreboard to the very top. I want to be someone who matters.
I want the biggest clients. So when Raoul Allard walks into my office after hours—wearing a suit worth more than my car and radiating a cold, magnetic power—I see the commission of a lifetime.
He promises me the account, but there’s a catch. He doesn’t do business in boardrooms.
Instead, I find myself at a nondescript bathhouse at midnight, holding a locker key and staring down a hallway filled with steam.
Raoul isn’t just a wealthy heir; he’s a vampire with centuries of hunger in his dark eyes.
He wants to see if the buttoned-up professional like me can handle the rough touch of an orc, the hunger of a werewolf, and the possessive bite of the vampire who orchestrated it all.
I went looking for a deal. I found a new master.
