BILLIONAIRES OBSESSION

e told her in

ion as he crouched beside the bed. She had felt his muscular body while he was carrying her, but now she could visua

e wasn’t handsome in any conventional way, his features too sharp and his olive complexion marred by a small scar to his right temple and another on his left cheek. But damn…he was appealing in a carnal, sens

” He stood and backed up to let th

ad become a very close friend over the years. Simon was the youngest. In his early thirties. A computer genius, h

look at you.” A kind, middle-aged face replaced Mr. Tall, Dark and Unhappy

a little residual fatigue,” she assured the physician, wanting to put on her w

man was fierce. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen plenty of scary men in her life, but t

chatted absently during his evaluation. He gave her commands and asked the standard questions. She answered his que

ur fever broke, but the fever is back and the virus isn’t completely through your system. You’re already run down and it doesn’t sound like you sleep or eat properly.” The doctor’s smile br

t. Did Simon really need to be hearing all of this? His eyes locked wi

pregnant, unless a vibrator could knock her up, and lately, she was even too tired to use that. Her sex drive was dead from eighty-hour weeks of work a

ructing her to rest and treat the symptom

smile before he turned to Simon, the two m

was as weak as a kitten from the return of the fever and lack of food. She bent slowly and snatched h

Kara jerked up at the sound of the booming voi

He was too big, too gruff, too demanding, too much of everything. There was somethi

n. All of that hard work gone in seconds. Putting on those shoes

,” Simon told her sternly as his dar

ng tomorrow. I need

g as he covered her body with the comforter and sat on top of it, effectively trapping her. “I also took the liberty of grabbing

ut

t and you will eat it. Then you’ll go to sleep.” He stood and exited, the or

d decorated in shades of tan and black. Tan, plush carpet and masculine dark furniture dominated the room. The bed was enormous and sat on a frame of intricate black i

y when he said stay-sort of like a well-trained dog. Unfortunately for him, Kara didn’t take orders well. She had made her own decisions since her parents had passed away and the last thing she needed was a domineering

account. She relied on her tips to survive, and she didn’t get tips by sitting on her butt at home. She had missed two evenings because she h

omfortable bed and sleep until she wasn’t tired anymore. What would that be like? She couldn’t remember a time that she wasn’t exhausted. It had become nor

ood thing that he was a computer geek, because he would never make it as a waiter. He had a glass in one hand and a plate in the other. A bowl was balanced