Get ready to leave your panties at the door.The first thing Alyssa—my brand new secretary—said to me was that we needed to keep things...Professional.She acted like I was some wild animal. Like I might grope her in our first investor meeting. It infuriated me—not because she was wrong, no. She was right about me. I was definitely an animal.It just pissed me off that she thought she could tell me what to do.I was the boss.Not her.But fine. I tried to stop thinking about her long hair, her decadent curves, her intoxicating scent.And I could have stopped fantasizing about her.Until I found her fantasies.Alyssa has been writing about how much she wants a man to control her. A man who can make her kneel, beg, sweat and moan.A man like me.My secretary has a secret—one I'm ready to use against her.I'm about to see how professional she really wants to be.