Sabrina stared at the neat rows of black heels in her closet. They looked like soldiers. One after the other. They were all nearly identical black Jimmy Choo stilettos.

She frowned. Didn't she have a gray pair in here somewhere? Hmmm… guess not. She pulled out the newest pair and stepped into them. They were still perfectly shiny, just the way she liked them.

Sabrina liked to have everything just so. It wasn’t because she expected perfection from everyone else. It was simply because it made her feel less panicked about everything.

If everything was in it’s place, then she could relax. Go with the flow. A little bit anyway.

She was already dressed in a tight black pencil skirt, sheer black stockings and a white silk blouse. Her uniform, as her coworkers jokingly called it. It didn't bother her though.

Steve Jobs had a uniform. The most successful people in the world did. It didn’t make sense to waste time on things like picking out clothes. It was a distraction from the lessons her parents had drilled into her for as long as she could remember.

Nothing else really mattered.

Besides, the outfit in all its variations looked nice. Classic. It was professional and flattering. And the tailored fit kept her from looking like a cater waiter.

All her clothes were impeccably designed. She only wore the best garments, went to one of the best salons in LA, worked out with the best trainer.

She was the youngest in her department at Metro Records as well. It was the best record label in Los Angeles. No. The world.

And now she'd been given her first high profile client. The biggest money maker at the label. Bigger than all the other artists combined.

Nick Falcon.

She'd grown up on his music, even danced to it at her prom. Well, if you could call awkwardly standing close to someone and swaying dancing. Sabrina didn't date much back then.

She didn't date much now either.

Scratch that.

She didn’t date at all.

She was meeting her new client this afternoon for the first time. Drinks at his place. He didn’t do the whole boardroom thing. She'd been working with his team for weeks now to set everything up.

She was ready.

She wasn't even nervous.

That was a laugh.

She was terrified.

Never mind that this could make or break her career. Never mind that if she lost her job she'd have nowhere to go other than her empty family home. It was much worse than that.

The man himself scared her. Nick was gorgeous and talented but it was more than that. There was something about him. Something… virile. And wild. The man did whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He had zero impulse control. And all that money and fame meant there were zero limits on what he could accomplish.

Throw an impromptu concert on a beach in Ibiza? Check. Date three supermodels at the same time? Check. Fill his private jet with bubbles just to win a bet? Check.

According the tabloids, he'd done all that and more. Most of it just in the last month.

He was gorgeous, with a face that graced countless magazine covers and stole a hundred thousand hearts. He was fit too, strong and muscular.

Nick was exceptionally talented, with a long career and at least ten gold records to his name. He was rich beyond imagining, with houses all over the world, including the one she was about to visit in Los Angeles.

Even with all the trappings of wealth, there was something about him that was utterly wild and untamed. Out of control. Dangerous even.

Nick was primal.

And Sabrina had a strong suspicion that Nick Falcon was even wilder than he looked.

And really hard to handle.

She squared her shoulders.

He'd just have to learn to see things her way. To behave, just enough to get the job done. To listen to the studio for once.

And if he didn't want to listen, she'd make him.