A/N: This story was posted originally several months ago, but because my life was extremely crazy, I pulled it. I am now off for the summer and decided that I wanted to continue and hopefully finish this story. Nice summer project, right? The storyline has changed in my head over the course of the last year and I have a pretty good idea where I am going with this one. Please be patient with me. Posting will be sporadic (I am a mom and my kids come first). Reviews are nice, and will let me know if there are really readers out there interested in what I have to say.

As always...I don't own these wonderful characters.

Prologue

He stood with his back to the door, looking out the glass wall at the busy street below. He loved this time of day. He watched as the people scurried along their merry ways and sighed deeply. One more meeting and his plan would be complete.

The woman that he was scheduled to meet had tested him-beyond the limits of what he had expected she would. He didn't expect her to be as attractive as she was when she had walked into the bank her first day. She didn't look like the other women he had worked with in the past…in fact she was quite the opposite…a plain Jane…but he couldn't deny the physical pull he felt when she first walked in the door. He also didn't foresee that she would be quick witted and smart on top of it all. When he first saw her, he had little doubt that he could break her…mold her into what he needed her to be…now he wasn't so sure. Her will was strong and it had taken him longer than he thought it would to get her to the point he'd hoped she would be at today.

A soft knock and the sound of the door opening alerted him. He could smell her perfume as she quietly entered the room and shut the door. With his back facing her, he smiled to himself and quickly turned around to look at her. He drank her appearance in slowly, starting at her small feet in a pair of much-too-high-for-her-to-walk-in heels, up her slender ivory legs, across her curvaceous hips and perfectly shaped breasts, before finally ending where her shoulder length mahogany hair was gently pulled back to showcase her heart shaped face. He motioned toward the chair in front of his desk, inviting her to sit down. Let the show begin…

A soul was not something that could be sold-at least that's what she thought up until this moment in her life-but here she was facing the devil, ready to sell her soul for a piece of the heaven that he was offering her. She never thought in her wildest dreams that she would reach a point where she would give everything up to be with a man, yet here she was, willing to give up her dream job, her family, and even her friends to be with a man that she knew would ultimately send her to hell. The worst part…he knew nothing of her feelings for him.

She stared at him; his long fingers were drumming the desk patiently waiting for her answer, and his intense eyes bore straight into her heart, piercing it with a sharp cupid arrow. How could she fall in love with a man that was her rival? How much was she willing to give up to be with him?

She knew if she hadn't accepted the challenge to further her career, she wouldn't have met the Devil himself. Was it wrong not to regret the decisions that will ultimately be the end of her very existence as she knew it? She thought not. She would not regret any choice she had made; she was better than that. She had learned from her past not to take anything for granted.

As his eyes looked intensely into hers, she did the one thing she knew she had to.

She stood up and held out her hand, sealing her fate.