Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena wasn't having any of it. She knew exactly what to expect from him-nothing good. His dark eyes locked onto her fair, delicate face, giving her no escape from his suggestive words that oozed through the phone, each word a slow tease.

"Selena, I miss you so much I can't sleep..."

"I want to kiss you, touch you, be with you completely."

"Remember that night? You were on my lap, your face all flushed, urging me on. Do you know how beautiful you looked..."

In the stillness of the night, his husky voice was like a thousand feathers tickling her heart. It sent shivers down her spine.

Even though nothing was happening, Selena felt like everything had. She felt... tainted.

she hung up and flung the phone away. Her heart pounded

smile played on his lips. She was still as

chuckled, loosening his tie. What started as a playful tease to

at the city from his window. The bustling cityscape was stunning, perhaps even more so than

was about to take a shower when the phone rang. He raised an eyebrow, wondering

caller ID, his excitement faded.

...

had been recovering at home for a month. Kids bounce back quickly, and he was no exception, already full of energy and his voice back to normal. Today was his

friends again, even if he didn't say it

one for him and one for herself. But after just a sip, a wave of nausea hit her, and she

knew how awful being

over gently