All I knew about Richard was from our brief, yet sexy encounter on the airplane. The man was rich beyond my wildest dreams and yet, somehow, he felt I was qualified enough to be offered a job at his company.

I was reluctant to accept such an offer from a stranger, but I desperately needed work. My office would be his bedroom and my desk his bed. Working for him was a very personal position, to say the least.

But, was I really crawling between his sheets solely because I needed to?