From plain-Jane secretary to slave between satin sheets Riccardo Castellari has never seen Angie as anything other than his mousy secretary- until she flaunts a silky red dress that hangs on her every curve. Now he doesn't just look once, but twice! Angie is helpless to refuse one night of exquisite pleasure with Riccardo. But back at work her cheeks are burning. Mortified, she tries to resign. But Riccardo has other ideas- in order to leave, Angie must see out her notice as his very personal mistress