Helena Adams recognizes Arthur's hidden submissive nature the moment she corners him in that dimly lit club hallway. Her corporate investigator instincts detect every microexpression of desire as she presses him against the wall, her lips brushing his ear. "I know what you need, Arthur. What you crave when no one's watching." He came to infiltrate the Syndicate's inner circle. Instead, Arthur finds himself on his knees, surrendering control to the one woman who can break both his body and the case wide open.