You call me thinking you can handle me. You think you’ll set the pace, tell me what you want. Sweetheart… I don’t take orders. I give them.

The moment I hear your voice, I know exactly where to poke, prod, and push until you’re unraveling. I tease you until you’re begging. I deny you until you’re whimpering. And when I finally give you what you’ve been aching for? It’s not because you earned it—it’s because I wanted to hear you fall apart for me.

You’ll hang up with trembling hands and a dirty little addiction you’ll never shake. Because once Ava Monroe gets inside your head, there’s no getting me out.