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12 Irresistible Forces capital it was usually to check on the Saxon Hotel, just one of many his family owned in several major cities around the country. Usually Taylor would fly into New York for their meetings, so it came as a surprise when he’d gotten a call asking that he drop by her office on this trip. She had been assigned as his financial advisor when she had worked for a bank in Manhattan. From the very beginning, the degree of her intelligence when it came to wealth management, as well as her comprehensive view of his personal portfolio, investment goals and financial objectives had amazed him. He was already a successful businessman but together they created a long-term strategy that was increasing his fortune exponentially. Besides being very knowledgeable on financial affairs, he’d found Taylor to be an extremely beautiful woman. Even now he could recall the desire that had consumed him the first time he’d seen her and because of it, he had concluded the less he saw of his wealth and asset manager the better off he was. He had decided that first day that she was definitely a woman worth taking to his bed—he was one who didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, no matter how enticing the thought or deep the 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
Brenda Jackson 13 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 definitely a hot-blooded man, which was something he seemed to remember each and every time he breathed Taylor’s scent. “Ms. Steele is ready to see you, Mr. Saxon. I’ll escort you in.” 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 computer sitting in front of her. “Thank you, and I don’t need an escort.” “Yes, sir.” He fought for control of both his body and mind as he headed toward the door that had Taylor Steele’s name plate on it. 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 gorgeous. 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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Brenda Jackson<br />
13<br />
there was something about Taylor Steele that caused<br />
him to think of hot sex every time he was in the<br />
same room with her.<br />
Regardless of the iron-clad control he was known<br />
for—physically and emotionally—he was definitely<br />
a hot-blooded man, which was something<br />
he seemed to remember each and every time he<br />
breathed Taylor’s scent.<br />
“Ms. Steele is ready to see you, Mr. Saxon. I’ll<br />
escort you in.”<br />
He stood and smiled at her secretary, a nice older<br />
lady, who seemed more suited to baking cookies for<br />
her grandkids than trying to tackle the huge <strong>com</strong>puter<br />
sitting in front of her. “Thank you, and I don’t<br />
need an escort.”<br />
“Yes, sir.”<br />
He fought for control of both his body and mind<br />
as he headed toward the door that had Taylor<br />
Steele’s name plate on it.<br />
Taylor inhaled a deep breath as she stared across<br />
the room at the man who walked into her office. He<br />
was wearing a black business suit with a white shirt<br />
that spelled out his wealth, and at thirty-four his<br />
mixed heritage made his looks striking. A sensuous<br />
shiver glided down her spine. He was simply gorgeous.<br />
His height, tall and imposing at six foot<br />
three, was hard to miss. She had seen photographs<br />
of him and his mother, a renowned fashion designer,
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