Alicia added the last boxes to a depressingly large stack on her living room floor. She was relieved that her move was almost complete, but still dreaded the prospect of unpacking and finding places for all of her things. Stepping out on the balcony, she sighed contentedly, desiring nothing more in that moment than to enjoy her new apartment's fourteenth-floor view of the majestic cityscape unfolding before her. So much i...

Shit, he’s thirty minutes late and still no text. The son of a bitch is ghosting me! Alicia shoved her phone back into her purse, cursing herself for picking the wrong guy. Again. I should’ve known better than to trust a guy named Chad! Why didn’t I swipe left on his ass? But it wasn’t his name that made her swipe right. She’d answered him because he was hot. That was her first mistake. He probably had two dates lined up...

Alicia’s mind was racing. Her improbable journey from a broke coed who wasn't surprised at being stood up on a date to being a high-priced call girl with a six-figure bank account was enough to confuse anyone. But finding herself tied to a bed by the sexiest woman she'd ever met- even though just months ago she’d have sworn to be completely straight- was truly mind-boggling. But, here she was. And, she loved it. All of it...