Chapter 1

3 Months Later

“Yes, that’s right. The soonest I can fit you in is a week from next Tuesday.” Olivia stretched out her long, shapely legs across the rich mahogany of her desk as she tried to keep her day planner from sliding off her lap. “Ok, I will pencil you in for 2pm, and I promise I will call you if I have a cancellation.”
“Like hell I will,” she muttered to herself under her breath. She had been so busy with clients that she hadn’t had a day off for six weeks. Her erotic massage business had taken off so quickly she barely had time to sleep anymore, let alone eat. She glanced critically at her chest, noting a slight gap between her soft bosom and the exquisite lace of her La Perla bustier. If she had a cancellation she was going to march her fine yet diminishing ass down to Buster’s Buffet and shovel a week’s worth of calories into her sexy, pouty mouth.
A knock on the door stirred her from her fantasy of fried chicken, mashed potatoes drowning in gravy, and every flavour of cheesecake ever invented. She glanced at her planner and immediately all thoughts of food vanished. The name M Whitman stared back up at her.

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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.