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craving. Yet the thought had remained
lodged in his mind. He would be the first to admit
it had been hard as hell to control the urge to take
things further. He was used to beautiful women but

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there was something about Taylor Steele that caused
him to think of hot sex every time he was in the
same room with her.
Regardless of the iron-clad control he was known
for„physically and emotionally„he was defi
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nitely a hot-blooded man, which was something
he seemed to remember each and every time he


escort you in.Ž
He stood and smiled at her secretary, a nice older
lady, who seemed more suited to baking cookies for
her grandkids than trying to tackle the huge com
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need an escort.Ž

He fought for control of both his body and mind
as he headed toward the door that had Taylor

Taylor inhaled a deep breath as she stared across
the room at the man who walked into her office. He
was wearing a black business suit with a white shirt
that spelled out his wealth, and at thirty-four his
mixed heritage made his looks striking. A sensuous
shiver glided down her spine. He was simply gor
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geous. His height, tall and imposing at six foot
three, was hard to miss. She had seen photographs
of him and his mother, a renowned fashion designer,

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earlier that year in People magazine. Megan Saxon
was known for her beauty as well as for her skill and
talent with fabrics.
From his mother, Dominic had inherited the shape
of his lips, which could only be defined as full and
sultry even on a male. He had his startling
green eyes, which were a breathtaking contrast to his
maple-brown coloring. Then there was the thick,
black, curly hair that flowed past his shoulders when

tailƒas he was now. And last but not at all least were
the chiseled jaw, cleft chin and high cheekbones.
As she stared at him, her courage began wavering.
Anyone would say she had a lot of nerve to propo
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sition Dominic Saxon to father her child and then
expect him to back off. But then anyone who thought
she had a lot of nerve would know that in essence
she really did. She was known to be gutsy enough
to try anything once„as long as it was legal. And
there was nothing illegal about making an offer. The
only thing he could say was yes or no, and inwardly
she crossed her fingers that she would get a yes.
What did she have to lose? A very profitable client
was the first response that popped into her mind.
Would he still want her to handle his financial affairs
after she made such an outlandish request?

She let out a relaxed breath with the sound of her
name from his lips. She loved his accent, a blend of

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English and French. More than once during the
course of their business meetings he would lapse
into French without realizing done so, and
would quickly catch himself and revert back to

fact that she also spoke French, not as fluently as he
did but enough to get by. In fact she spoke several

taken while attending Georgetown. She had prepared
herself to tap into the international markets.

me today.Ž She liked the fact that they were on a first-
name basis, a rule he had established the first time he
had walked into her office as a new client. She also
liked the fact that he had given her an appraisal from
head to toe, which meant this new cobalt-blue



back at the hotel in a few hours, so my time with
you will have to be brief,Ž he informed her, breaking
into her thoughts.
-
ing from behind her desk.
He took the chair she offered and she sat in the
one across from it, thinking it would be better not
to sit behind her desk. Although she would be
making what she considered a business proposi
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tion, she wanted less formality than usual.

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prised by her request to meet with him. She had
moved from New York a few months ago, striking
out on her own and leaving the company that had
given her a start. Although her former employer

decision to follow Taylor, preferring to continue to
do business