His Secret Midnight Mistress

Summary

I burned the experimental sleep incense my best friend sent me, convinced that everything happening in the dark was nothing more than a hyper-vivid, lucid dream.

In that dreamscape, I turned my untouchable, ice-cold boss into my personal, obedient plaything.

By day, Adrian Hayes was a corporate deity—a centuries-old vampire, master perfumer, and CEO who looked down at my carefully balanced formulas with aristocratic disdain, watching my mortification with eyes like frosted glass.