Breakfast between neighbors is usually uneventful, fun, even filling. After the meal one of the participants doesn't usually end up naked holding a sponge and a can of comet.

At least, that doesn't happen unless your name is Christina, and you're having breakfast with Charlie, and you have a ridiculous inability to see a light hearted con disguised as an innocent game of cards.

If she could see beyond Charlie-inspired belly flutters and assorted other tingles she might have played a better hand and not lost her freedom for seven days to her downstairs crush.

But Christina is about to find out that servitude can take on a whole different meaning when your maid's uniform is a birthday suit, your new "boss" casually admits he’s been lusting after you for some time, and you’ve given him the means to do something about it.

Being out of work and under a man’s thumb isn't nearly as bad as she thought...but once the week is over and the terms of the bet have been fulfilled, will their relationship last?

Note from author: This is not a traditional BDSM tale. It's funny and on the heat scale we're talking rated R, but more alpha male/bossy than actual ropes and cuffs. Unless you count the mental ones the hero and heroine don willingly...