Fantasy. I’d dreamed of being the woman I read about in romance novels—the heroine who meets the drop-dead-gorgeous alpha male who wants nothing more than to satisfy my every sexual fantasy. I never thought it would happen.

But here I am, spending one night with a total stranger in a private room of a sex club, celebrating my freedom from a passionless marriage. My fantasy is about to begin. And you know what they say about fantasy. It’s never what you imagine.

Sometimes it’s better.