Chapter 1

"We finally meet at last,Mrs Donovan,"Alexandre Flynn drawled, looking into a pair of heart-stopping exquisite arresting green eyes. In an instant,he wanted her. With a passion as absurd as it was unexpected.

For a moment the woman appeared startled,then whatever she saw made her delicate chin rise and her luscious mouth tighten. "I'm sorry to disturb you..."she said coolly.

Disturb him? Hell, despite her poise, Sarah Donovan radiated a sexual appeal that reached out and grabbed him by the ...throat.

"Mr.Flynn,you sent a letter demanding repayment of a loan my husband and i..."

Suddenly he was angry with her for being so damn gorgeous on the outside and so damn dishonest within.

He knew her type. Robert Donovan has said his wife was superb at acting and her "innocent" look could hook a man until she got all she could out from him. He wasn't a fool enough to believe everything Robert Donovan had said,but any woman married to a liar and a cheat must be tarred with the same brush.

"Don't you mean your late husband?"he snapped,flicking his pen on the desk.

Her slim shoulders tensed,even as her eyes reflected surprise at his tone. "My late husband ,then." She took a breath. "About the letter. It says he owes you three hundred thousand dollars but I have no idea about what this is about."

" Come now,Mrs.Donovan ," he said . "What you actually thought was that you'd try and con your way out of repaying back a loan you took out from my company."

She gasped, her thick lashes blinking in confusion. "But I don't know anything about a loan. And certainly not such an amount. There must be a mistake ."

And he was supposed to believe that?

"Don't play dumb."

A blush stained her cheeks , making her appear oddly vulnerable.

Or guilty, but then, a person could only feel guilty if they had a conscience. He doubted this woman had one.

"I assure you I'm not playing dumb, Mr Flynn."

His jaw clenched. " is this the same assurance your husband gave us when he borrowed the money from one of my loan officers ?" He pushed some papers across his desk toward her . "Isn't that your signature alongside your husband's?"

Her eyes clouded with apprehension as she took a few steps closer,before looking down at the paper work .

Then she paled and sank onto a chair. "It looks like my signature but..." Her voice trailed off to nothing.

Oh, so that's how she was going to play it. Robert had been right an Her.

" It is your signature,Mrs Donovan," he said ,ignoring her "helpless female" act. "And now you owe me three hundred thousand dollars ."

Her head snapped up ,her eyes 👀 wide and panicked. "But I don't have that kind of money ."

He knew that already. After some investigation he'd learned she has exactly five thousand dollars In the bank in Darwin. The rest she'd flittered away ,as evidence by a variety of empty accounts around the rest of Australia . He was beginning to feel sorry for that poor guy who'd married her. She'd turn any man's head.

God , she was beautiful.

And that body...

His gaze slid down her simple green dress and matching jacket that made a soft statement of style, to the slender legs revealed by the hem of her dress .

Nice.

Very nice.

They'd look really sexy in a tub filled white fluffy bubbles,one shapely calf raised as she smoothed soap over its silky length,the just stopping short of covering her breasts .The image aroused him without any effort at all , sending the blood pounding through his veins, telling him he needed a woman.

This woman.