Prologue

Olivia couldn’t believe she was finally doing it! The concrete seemed to shimmer under her sassy red stilettos as she sashayed down the sidewalk. The words of the hunky banker she had just left echoed in her delicate ears, “You’re approved for a business loan. Come back to see me tomorrow morning and we’ll firm up the paperwork.”
She could feel herself blushing as she played the words back in her head. “Come.” “See me.” “Firm.” What she wouldn’t do to make that happen. Marcus Whitman had incredible chiseled features, trumped only by a rock-hard physique that was impossible to disguise under his tailored Tom Ford suit.
Olivia shook her head to clear it of the salacious thoughts that were creeping in. Her long auburn hair fell loose around her shoulders, the soft wisps teasing her creamy shoulders. She forced herself to bring her focus back to reality. She wasn’t going to have time for any men in her personal life, not even a sexy financier, for a long time. She would be too busy following her passion – for passion.

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