Nobody controls me. Not the wealthy women whose necks I have draped in diamonds or the supermodels I have had affairs with. Imagine my amazement, therefore, when I receive a drunken email from a coworker I've never met that contains not just one, but dozens of sexy tales including me. And I play a submissive in each of them. Although I should, I can't. This woman needs to realize that no one beats up John King.