Prequel to Delinquent Daddy
Contemporary Adult Romance
Orginally published November 2010
71,487 words, 272 pages
4-Flame Sensuality Rating
SHE MARRIED THE ONE MAN SHE WAS TRYING TO AVOID
Thinking to assure a business merger with the wealthy, successful Cameron Banks, Olivia Donovan's mother drags her to Las Vegas for a business convention, demanding she meet Banks and seduce him into wanting to marry her. But Olivia's finished being Little Miss Yes-mother-whatever-you-say-mother. So, she sneaks away, intending to rebel and marry the very antithesis of Cameron Banks.
Who she finds is a drunk hottie that takes her to new heights of pleasure and shows her a side of herself she never knew existed before.
But after her amazing night in her new husband's arms, she awakens the next morning only to discover she married and slept with the very Cameron Banks she'd been trying to avoid.
Is Cam the devil she feared, or will he end up being her one true hero?
(Second edition repinted in January 2019 from 2010 first edition with Champagne Books)
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Olivia Donovan should've known better than to an-swer the door to her twelfth-floor suite at the Hyatt Re-gency when someone rapped on it. She knew that sharp knock; only a headache would follow if she opened up. But the repercussions would be even more severe if she didn't.
She smoothed out the wrinkles on the black cocktail dress she wore, skimming her fingers over her waist and hips. Then with a sigh, she took a firm hold of the door-knob, stalling one last moment to brace herself. The smile she bestowed upon her caller was practiced and as fake as the implanted breasts of the woman who stood before her.
Vivian Helbrock-Donovan-Roark sniffed as she glanced at Olivia's attire with a condescending pucker to her painted eyebrows. Before Olivia could greet her, Vivi-an stepped over the threshold and past her daughter, sweeping into the room with a box tucked under her arm. "You're not wearing that dust rag tonight."
Olivia paused in the middle of shutting the door. "But—"
"You'll wear this instead." Vivian flung the box on the bed with enough enthusiasm to make the lid slip off a few inches, showing Olivia a peek of silky red material.
Her mouth dropped open. "You bought me a new dress? Thank y—"
"Your appreciation is unnecessary. And unwanted." Vivian whirled around, her mouth stretched thin with annoyance. "There'll be a man at the dinner tonight. His name is Cameron Banks. When I introduce you to him, I want you to—" she glanced at the red peeking out from under the skewed lid—"dazzle him."
Olivia glanced at the dress as well, blinked twice, and turned back to her mother, shaking her head. "I don't understand. You want me to do what exactly?"
She was used to schmoozing people her mother didn't like yet wanted to remain professionally connected to. This didn't sound quite like one of those instances, however.
Vivian's sigh was loud and irritated. "I swear you're as dense as your father was. Listen and listen good. Banks is just the kind of man I've always wanted in my back pocket. And his being family could ensure that. He always finds the hottest commodities on the market and invests at the right time." Shaking her head, she mur-mured, "The lucky SOB must have connections I could only dream of. It's too bad Nolan hasn't keeled over yet, or I'd be all over him myself. Here."
She thrust forward a business-size envelope with a Hyatt Regency logo in the top left hand corner. "I've writ-ten up a small dossier on him. Know it inside and out by the time you two are introduced. I want it to appear like there's some kind of brain in the empty head of yours when he meets you."
Still rattled by confusion, Olivia accepted the enve-lope and opened it. Noticing there was a foil container inside with the folded sheet of paper, she lifted the small package before realizing it was a condom.
"I want you to treat him good, Olivia," Vivian mur-mured with a bit too much evil glee. "Make him want you more than any other woman he's ever wanted."
Olivia's mouth fell open.
"And make sure he wears it," Vivian advised, giving an ominous shake of her finger at Olivia's nose. "He'll think you're responsible and trustworthy if you insist upon protection. Later, however," she added with a shrug, "if we need more leverage, we'll poke holes in the latex. A baby might be able to convince him to marry you more than you could."
Flabbergasted, Olivia stared at the condom. She wished she could be a smart ass and spit back something like, "What, couldn't you at least find one ‘ribbed for my pleasure'?" But her mind went blank as she studied the prophylactic, rubbing it between her fingers as if it might vanish into thin air with enough chafing and cease to ever have existed.
"Meet me in the lobby at seven," Vivian said. "We'll walk to the conference hall together." Whistling, she turned and strolled from Olivia's room.
Yes, the woman actually whistled as she commanded her only daughter to whore herself out for her career ad-vancement. Olivia couldn't believe it. Vivian had no re-spect whatsoever for her only child.
For twenty-four years, Olivia had been the perfect daughter, striving to become someone her mother could love. She'd done everything Vivian Helbrock-Donovan-Roark demanded of her. Sit up straight, Olivia. Run along and stay out of the way, Olivia. Hold your comments to yourself, Olivia. Lie to the police for Mommy, Olivia.
Olivia had always obeyed, longing for a single crumb of affection.
But this…this was the final straw.
Her hand trembled, her fingers constricting around the condom until it crumpled in her fist. She sank onto the bed next to the red dress. Lost and confused, she clutched the foil the way someone drowning in the ocean would hold onto the only life preserver around.
She couldn't keep doing this anymore.