Years ago we spent seven minutes in a closet. Now Dante Crowne and I are hidden away in his remote cottage. And he wants much more than seven minutes. He wants everything. With the paparazzi hot on her heels, Mandy Bettencourt is desperate for a place to hide, and her best friend has just the place. It’s perfect. No Internet. No phone. A deep bathtub she’s soaking in when HE shows up.