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breasts rose and fell beneath the emerald-green shirt she wore. He’d never ached for a woman the way he ached for Olivia. “If I deny that, I admit some things are outside the realm of my ability to have. If I admit it, I’m an arrogant bastard.”
    “You’re right that you don’t know me. Reading a few articles doesn’t give you insight into who I am.”
    He smiled. “Do you think I’d face an opponent and not know far more than what I could read about them in some damn publicity pieces?”
    She leaned her deliciously curved backside against the arm of one of the chairs. Understanding crossed her beautiful face. “You had me investigated.”
    It was a statement without any emotion, and Mason admired the way she held herself in check. He knew women well and had fully expected a strong reaction once she realized he’d had her life dissected. She certainly wasn’t playing the role he’d envisioned she’d play, and it intrigued him. “You’re not angry?”
    She lifted one shoulder and the silky material of her shirt slid across her body. “Why should I be? Investigating the woman you’re going to force to act as your girlfriend is a smart business move. I’ve done some investigating of my own.” Crossing the floor, her heels soundless on the thick carpeting, Olivia went to the cart and picked up a piece of bacon. She bit into it, licked her lips, and gave him a smile. When the hell did eating bacon become so erotic?
    “And what did you discover?”
    She swallowed and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I’ll show you mine after you show me yours.”
    Amused, Mason laughed. “Olivia Carter. Thirty-one. Never had a serious relationship, but you don’t sleep around. You were torn between studying fashion design or art in college. You chose design and then took art classes after graduating.”
    “Is that all you’ve got?”
    Mason raised an eyebrow and continued. “You often devote time to causes that mean a lot to you. You’ve volunteered at homeless shelters and no-kill animal organizations, and participated in drives to raise money for underprivileged children. You’re financially okay, but by no means wealthy. No serious debt other than your mortgage. Good credit, good friends.”
    Picking up a napkin, Olivia wiped the tips of her fingers. If his words bothered her, again, she didn’t show it. “My turn. Mason Parker. Thirty-two. Photographed with numerous beautiful women and I’m assuming none of those relationships were platonic. You have a pet—a Great Dane named Redemption you call Red for short. And you’re worth millions upon millions of dollars thanks to the security software company you started. How am I doing?”
    “That’s information you gleaned from online searches.”
    “I didn’t have time to put my team of lawyers and investigators on it.”
    Mason knew damn well she didn’t have either. “Do you want to eat or do you want to go at it?”
    She lifted an eyebrow, her irritation clear from the quick tightening of her lips. “By ‘go at it,’ I’m assuming you mean discuss our lives intersecting outside of the bedroom?”
    “Of course. But for your benefit, we should discuss inside my bedroom as well, since there’s no doubt in my mind that’s where you’ll end up.”
    Olivia poured herself a cup of coffee and yawned. “Forgive me if I’m not on top of my game. I had a very late night last night. But if I recall, there was nothing in our conversation about the two of us becoming lovers.”
    “I said you would come to my bed without any persuasion from me.”
    “That’s right. So you did.” Moving to the chair, Olivia picked up her purse and opened it. She removed two folded sheets of paper and held them out.
    He took them and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
    “My list of requirements if I’m going to enter into this facade with you.”
    Mason blinked. “Sweetheart, I’m not sure you fully grasp the situation. You’re in no position to ask me for any