On a day when I felt utterly broken, a mistaken identity slip up gave me a single, scorching night with Max Donovan.

He called me gorgeous and asked for my submission.

I gave him control and he gave me endless pleasure...because he thought he'd hired me for the night.

Now he knows I'm not a call girl. I'm a junior lawyer at his new firm, and we absolutely cannot do it again.

One of us needs to be responsible, and it's not going to be the former child TV star turned best friend to the prime minister.

So why can't I forget how utterly incredible it was to be at his mercy? And what am I going to do when he takes his pursuit to the next level?

DIAGNOSIS:

* A serious case of a one-night stand gone wrong (but not until after it went very, very right).

PRESCRIPTION:

* Healthy boundaries and a double-dose of will power.
* Should that plan fail, the second course of treatment would be an air-tight contract and a solid cover story.