BILLIONAIRES OBSESSION

He wasn’t leaving that opportunity to an

ty! It wasn’t some tiny town where she could walk

s going to have to get close to her, closer than he’d ever been before. He couldn’t handle these animalistic and rampant emotions anymore. He didn’t like them, wasn’t used to

dammit, he’d get back to his normal state of mind, no matter what drastic measures he had to take to a

was devoid of emotion. He was good at that. He’d been raised in an area of Los Angeles where most normal peo

e firmly in place, he ripped his gaze from the window,

s having a ser

r ass. The clothes looked great on her classmate, Lisa, who was several inches shorter and seven years younger than Kara. Unfortunately, they didn’t look qui

experience intact. Kara knew how to protect herself, how to avoid any unwanted attention. So what in the

t if she looked like a sex kitten in sneakers? Eight more blocks and she would be home, free

gs were cold and she shivered, walking faster to get her body warm. It was January in Tampa, and while the daytime hour

her legs bare and her beh

is alm

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er without a change of clothing in her car. It wasn’t that Kara didn’t appreciate the kindness of her classmate. She definitely did. Kara just wished she could wear the clothing with the same attitude as Lisa. But…she couldn’t.

s, Helen Hudson, had taken pity on her and dug in the drawers for

ottom of the snug skirt with more than a hint of frustration,

Friday night. She had actually been grateful for the customers. The tip money she had in her backpack was all that stood between her and a completely empty bank account. Maybe she could buy a few groceries no

ter! You c

ly, she just felt old. Period! Most of her classmates were barely legal drinking age and were all about colleg

e. After working for several years as a waitress, barely surviving, she knew she had to eithe

ut it had been difficult, an arduous and lonely ro

ke it. Al

out to grip the post of a streetlight to steady herself as her brain whirled and her body trembled. Dizzi

to her foggy brain. The voice was abrupt, but it was reassuring

n the metal post and willed herself not to pass out on the cold stone p

ke through her hazy mind, and she felt a pair of solid, muscular arm

heat of the sturdy, heat-producing form, trying t

rough a set of doors and into a warm building. Somewhere inside her mind, she knew she should be fighting him,

mach rebelled as the steel chamber lurched, moving upward

r body. Her shoes were removed roughly and dropped to the floor. She opened her eyes and tried to focus. Struggling to

I was over it. It was just a little dizzines

is here to see you. He lives in the building. He

an who lurked behind the bossy one. “I don’t

here. And you ar

sitantly, her gaze finally meet