Her submission is his favorite drink. Kara A grad student doesn’t moonlight at a mafia-backed Milk Bar. Not without a paper in mind. My dissertation dealt with fringe places that balance on the edge of the sex trade, and as any good student of the world, I intended to get involved without going native. But it’s hard to not get pulled under. Men come in looking to play. The work requires intimacy. Some think they deserve more. Michael Rigby might get off on playing the hero, but I’m not falling for it. No matter how hot or rich he is. Michael Taking out a rival mob brings the Milk Bar under my control, and I won’t bother pretending the theme didn’t feed a certain fantasy, but my version requires a personal connection that I refuse to put on any of these women. I intended to keep things professional. Then Kara Boann comes in swinging. She doesn’t need this job, so she’s used to playing guardian for the women who do. Her looks and volume kept her in when anyone else might’ve been thrown. Kara has me falling fast, but if I’m not careful, I’ll end up just a footnote in her extraordinary life.