I distinctly remembered the first time I had stared into Desmond’s radiating gold eyes. His siren glow had spoken to me. It had promised me troubles and sexual paradise. With a single look, he had the good girl in me completely trapped and hypnotized. I was at his mercy and guilty of submitting to his alluring charms. To remove blame from myself, I had always accused him of controlling my mind, but in reality, the intense kiss and everything else that followed was a conscious choice. To ...