Chapter One Attaboy. Mike felt the most bizarre sense of pride that he could, somehow, maintain an erection even through the horror of his realization that Lydia had driven him to a place in his soul and body so wild and free and hot and Bacchanalian that he had lost part of his mind and forgotten that hidden cameras dotted his office. Logic dictated his life. Analysis and crafty, clever considerations and calibrations of every facet of every circumstance he found himself in, in order to compute the most advantageous outcome for himself. And holy fucking shit! he had lost his head —big one and little one—over this woman who was nestled in his arms right under reality television producer Jonah Moore’s camera. How could he have let this happen? How could he have allowed himself to be driven to this point, by this incredible, luscious woman? Who, he now realized, he had just fucked twice. Once with his body, and then he fucked her over by losing his head. Pretending to be middle-manager Matt Jones for the television stunt while hiding his true identity – CEO of Bournham Industries, Michael Bournham – had been a no-brainer a few weeks ago. But now? The no-brainer had turned into the biggest mess of his life. Afterglow was replaced with self-revulsion and the seconds ticked by, their breathing shifting into concert with