Enter a short summary here The desire for the ideal man does not drive me crazy at all. I just know what I like. A powerful billionaire in a sharp suit wasn't even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never considered in this capacity, I didn’t even know about his existence. But now I definitely know. And now I can’t stop thinking about his hands on my body. About the hot chest he presses against my bare back as he bends me over his desk. He is the fulfillment of my most forbidden desires. My new secret obsession. My Mr. Perfect. But then there comes a moment when I realize... Perfection does not exist.