![]() ![]() I’d gone from an echoing, rambling Victorian in the Chicago suburbs to an adorable East Village apartment roughly the size of my former living room. It certainly wasn’t big enough to be labeled a full-fledged kitchen. “You’re wearing the silver dress or I’m stabbing you,” Julia called from the kitchen zone, as I’d begun calling it. That is until Max convinces Sara to come with him to a club that opens a new world for them, and their sex-only relationship grows decidedly more intimate. They have only three rules: keep it casual, keep it private, and no faces. Soon the formerly-irresistible investment banker finds himself pursuing a woman who seems to want very little to do with him outside of their playful and creative exhibitionism. Max has a legendary appetite for casual sex, but the kindred kink he finds in Sara is hard to brush off. Unfortunately, an affair with Max Stella, Wall Street's newly-imported golden boy, could be very, very bad for her new career. Sara assumes the tryst was a one-time thing, but when her mysterious lover sends her the steamy phone video he took of their encounter, she realizes he might have unearthed a side of her she'd never let herself explore. On her first weekend in her new town, Sara has wild - and very public - sex with a gorgeous stranger on a balcony overlooking Chloe Mills' raucous engagement party. When Ryan Media Group opens a new office in New York, numbers whiz Sara Dillon happily accepts the position of Director of Finance. ![]()
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