Yeah—THE Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies.
He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him.
But then I kissed him.
What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set.
Maybe I should have told him no again afterwards, but I just wanted to escape before he tried to take it further. I didn’t think I’d be able to resist him.
I still don’t.
Now he’s somehow thrown us together for two whole weeks, getting the studio to temporarily change my job from set decorator to his personal assistant. I can live with being his assistant, but I am not his damn submissive.
No matter how sexy he is.
In general, BDSM is not quite my genre. Sometimes, it is hot, but in this case the focus was more on the mind part than on the body part. It was interesting to read about how the minds of a Dom and a sub work, but it made me realize that I cannot relate to either of them, in the end I might be a vanilla kind of girl. I also expected a funnier book based on the title, but the book is quite serious for a erotic romance.
*ARC from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review*