About the book: year / She was supposed to be a lover for one night. To satisfy my sexual appetite. I gave her a glimpse of the real me, who I really was. That person whom I so carefully hide behind my image. But she easily overcame this gap, and there is no going back. Now she is here in my city. I don't care that I'm from a famous Manhattan family and she's a servant. All I care about is that she lives in my summer house. With me. But I want more.