Violated!

An excerpt from Violated!

Marny stepped forward, put a finger on his desk. "Would you... like to get dinner?" she asked.

Michael pursed his lips. "I like to keep my relationships strictly professional," he said.

Marny's stomach sank. She felt like a fool.

"...So how about if I give you a hundred dollars?" Marny turned back, uncomprehending. For a moment, she didn't understand: he was offering her money for sex. "What can I get for a hundred dollars?" he whispered.

The blood rushed to her head and made her dizzy. Was he joking?