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I’ve made my fortune by offering freedom, but I’m much more at ease with discretion.

I’ve built the top sex club in London, but I don’t indulge there.

Not in the open, at least. Not beyond its most hidden corners.

I talk the talk, but I don’t walk the walk. Not like my male co-founders do.

I’m the perfect one. The pristine, flawlessly put-together woman who’s so carefully crafted her icy exterior that even the slightest flaw feels like it could shatter everything.

I want to lead a sex empire and be taken seriously in the cutthroat business world. I want to be a role model, not a plaything.

So I remain polished. Classy. Untouchable.

Until Anton Wolff walks into Alchemy. He’s the UK’s most magnetic billionaire, searching for a club as discreet as it is decadent. As elegant as it is carnal.

I thought I’d seen it all until he reveals what he truly wants from Alchemy.

And what he wants, more than anything, is me.

The attraction is undeniable.

The tension is excruciating.

And the risk that he will strip away my control, make me surrender everything, is terrifyingly real.

I think I’m afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.