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The lawyer was everything Olivia and Monique despised. With the poise of a trust fund baby, her posture just screamed of elitism, of wealth. She was self-confident to the point of arrogance. Her neatly pressed business suit was pristine, not a wrinkle on it, and her shoes cost more than the detectives made in a month.
But God, she was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair looked like it belonged in a Pantene commercial, and Olivia longed to run her hands through those silky tresses. Her eyes were a bottomless ocean of blue, and Olivia was falling into them. And those sexy, sexy black glasses framing them . . . She pressed her legs tightly together, praying that no one had noticed the copious moisture pooling between them. It was innocent, really, like a schoolgirl crush. But then, it was so much more.
Monique folded her arms across her chest and raised her eyebrows. "That girl looks like she's never been touched."
Olivia smirked to herself. She was going to change that.
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