Spice (The Gilded #2)

Agreeing to work for him was impulsive. Agreeing to be his submissive? Reckless.

When my happy—if not bland—life imploded around me, the last thing I needed was more chaos. And chaos might as well have been Tripp Carter’s middle name.

From our first meeting on a roof, I felt a connection to the famous actor. Beyond his easy charm and devastating good looks, there was a loneliness that mirrored my own soul.

That was why I agreed to be his personal assistant. As it turned out, I got more than just a paycheck. I got an introduction to Gilded—the secret adult club for LA’s elite. The rules were simple.

Outside of Gilded, I used my type-A skills to organize Tripp’s life and keep it running smoothly. But inside those wicked walls? He controlled me. Completely.

When we were at the glamorous club, I didn’t have to think or overthink. I didn’t have to make decisions. I didn’t have to be exhaustingly perfect all the time.

Our arrangement and the power he wielded over me was casual. Temporary. No-strings was far safer for my already bruised heart.

Because after a lifetime of bland, spice could burn me until there was nothing left.