Prophet

Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I'm blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don't trust her, and with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her. Crave her.
She was my way out; now she's my downfall.