His Secret Midnight Mistress
Language: en
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. By night, in the intoxicating haze of my bedroom illusions, he would loosen his silk tie with trembling…