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       CHAPTER TWO

      IVY CHAPMAN HAD insulted him, and very few women did that. In fact, Nolan couldn’t name one who ever had. He should feel delighted, downright overjoyed that his strategy had worked and she’d thought he was a two-bit womanizer. However, something was keeping him from being filled with over-the-top excitement. Probably the realization that he’d been conned by his great-grandmother.

      He’d told Corbin over a year ago that he refused to come up with some elaborate plan to counteract his great-grandmother’s shenanigans. There was no plan that could outsmart Felicia Laverne Madaris. Rather, he was simply going to enjoy life—and women—to the fullest. A strategy aimed at deterring the woman his great-grandmother had selected as his bride.

      He figured sooner or later Miss Chapman would get wind of his womanizing ways and come to the conclusion that he was a man incapable of ever committing to any one woman. The most logical thing for her to do would be to put up as much resistance to a Madaris-Chapman match as he would be doing. That’s why those notes had annoyed the hell out of him. It seemed no matter how many women he became involved with, she was determined not to go anywhere. Now he knew that hadn’t been the case at all and his strategized efforts had worked.

      So why was it bothering him that she was thinking the very thing he’d wanted her to think about him? Maybe his agitation was due to the mere fact that he found Miss Chapman attractive. She had nice features, including a gorgeous pair of eyes and nice-shaped lips. Both her eyes and lips could definitely captivate a man. His only question was why was she dressed so conservatively? And why would his great-grandmother assume, given his taste in women, that he would be interested in her?

      He was used to beautiful women who considered themselves fashion divas. They not only dressed to impress but dressed to possess...namely a man’s heart if given the chance. And he knew for a fact none would be caught wearing the buttoned-up-to-the-neck blouse and the long skirt Miss Chapman had worn. Nor would they have put a pair of low-heel pumps on their feet. Most women, for business or otherwise, wore stilettos to showcase their legs.

      She hadn’t been wearing any makeup. However, he thought she had beautiful skin without the use of any. He’d also noticed there hadn’t been any polish on her fingernails, no rings on her fingers, no bracelets on her wrists and no necklace around her neck. But she had worn a pair of gold hoop earrings in her ears.

      He couldn’t help but be curious about Ivy Chapman. Was she a woman who didn’t have a problem not being cut from the same cloth, and wasn’t trying to impress anyone but herself? If that was the case, he found her rather unique.

      But if that wasn’t the case and she was nothing more than an uptight, straitlaced businesswoman who was a man hater as well, then she was the type of woman he stayed away from. But regardless of what type of woman she was, he would stay as far away from her as he could, mainly because his great-grandmother assumed she was the perfect woman for him.

      But still, his curiosity about her wouldn’t go away and he decided he would Google her and find out more about her. He suddenly realized he looked like a damn fool sitting there with a huge vase of flowers staring him in the face while he gave Ivy Chapman far too much thought. It would be just his luck for one of his many relatives who worked in the building to show up and see the huge bouquet. He would never hear the last of it. Especially, if they got wind of the story behind them. He pushed the intercom button.

      “Yes, Mr. Madaris?”

      “Marlene, please step into my office and bring the rolling cart with you.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      Moments later his administrative assistant opened his office door and rolled the metal cart in as he’d instructed. “Take these flowers and have them delivered to one of the hospitals in the area.” He refused to give them to Mama Laverne like Miss Chapman had suggested. His great-grandmother deserved a harsh scolding and not any flowers.

      “All right.”

      After Marlene left his office, Nolan Googled Ivy Chapman. The photo on her website looked just as conservative as the real thing. Her hair was in that bun thing again and those same earrings were in her ears.

      She owned a cybersecurity business, Cyber-Tech Securities. And it was described as “a unique technology company, specializing in moving the twenty-first century into the twenty-second.” She stated her occupation as a cybersecurity analyst. In other words, she was a legal hacker.

      He had to admit she and her business were impressive. Cyber-Tech Securities was linked with some of the best in the business, including Intel and Texas Instruments. But what he’d found most impressive was that she’d begun her career with the government, working for the Department of Homeland Security.

      He noted a wealth of community work and charity affiliations. She’d even established a college scholarship foundation named after her grandfather who, like her grandmother, had been a well-known educator in the city. Her foundation awarded numerous scholarships each year.

      She was twenty-six, with a degree in technology engineering from MIT. Very remarkable, indeed. They had attended the same university. However, their paths would not have crossed due to the eight-year difference in their ages.

      She’d only been in business for two years, but she’d been able to snag several lucrative contracts.

      Nolan pushed back from the computer, impressed. More than impressed. She wasn’t a plain Jane as he’d originally thought, but a techie. There was a difference, and someone like him who owned an electronics company and had been enamored with technology all his life understood the difference. To reach the level of success that Miss Chapman

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