Joseph Slade’s erotic toy business needs an injection of funds--fast. He finds a muse, instead, at an exclusive art gallery in Manhattan. All buttoned up and sexy as hell, Annie Cavanaugh is an unexpected delight. She’s also the widow of the multi-millionaire who promised to invest in his company. When he discovers his prim and proper tour guide has one of his handcrafted toys--and no idea how to use it--he can’t believe his luck. She already melts at a look or a touch. He takes her to a gentlemen’s club, where the thrill of being watched makes her burn; adding a blindfold and restraints sets her on fire.

Although he’s pushing her a little farther each time they scene, her innocent curiosity shows no sign of abating. She seems fascinated by his diverse range of sex aids and the fetish furniture in his artist’s studio. With the right incentive, he’s certain she’ll bankroll his new range of erotic jewelry. If she acts as the company’s spokesperson, they’ll take the world by storm. If she steals his designs, he’ll lose his heart as well as his livelihood.