BILLIONAIRES OBSESSION

ed to Simon, who was watching her silently, one arm propped casually against the doorframe. His dark hair was wet, as if he had just showered, and he had on a pair of jean

ith each pass. Up and down. Up and down. Kara pulled the ro

f a lot better on you than it ever did on me,” he answered in a

she wanted to finish nursing school. She was a

.” He motioned toward the island an

pped a coffee into a slot and closed it. The machine sput

” she sighed as he set the s

reamer from the refrigerator and placed the sugar bowl

ing as she grasped the utensil. Her hand tingled from the light touch and warmth spread through her body. He was standing close, so close that she could breathe in his

ap, his knuckles sliding slowly along her thighs as

eeded to move away. Somewhere she couldn’t smell him, couldn’t feel his heat and unsettli

de room off the kitchen and returned without the towel

e. “I feel great. Fever’s gone. Thank you for helping me, but I need to get moving.” H

tral as he moved to the coffee maker and slammed another coffee i

ped open to give hi

m her on another stool, lifted the spoon from the table and add

month.” She reached automatically for a napkin in the center of the island to clean her fingers, the pain of the superficial burn not even registering because she was too sh

ur roommate has fled. All that was in the apartment late last night was a few boxes th

together on the marble counter. It couldn’t be tr

ommate was evicted, has been going through the eviction process for some time. Yeste

she took in the implications of his revelation.

ffee mug. Please let it be a mistake. There was no way she could catch up

ugh. There was nothing t

be the wr

ht place, Kar

nd the name of her landlord and

throat. Dear God…she had been balancing on a tightrope for years, without a net

unters with Lydia sporadic. She left her portion of the rent and utilities on the tiny kitchen table every month, never doubting that her roommate used it to pay their bills. Apparently, she hadn’t. “This is

itantly, sipping his coffee

the coffee cup away and buried her head in her arms in front of her. Dear God…she was destroyed. Think, Kara. Think. “I didn

she could still collect your money up until she had to leave,” Simon answered, his voice

angry. At Lydia. At the circumstances. Simon obviously did have a heart. “E-everything is gone

It was legal. Your roommate took everything on the very last day. If you had gone home last night, you would have found an empty apartment. I’m glad

o bed. No

es and all she could think about was the last four years of struggle and hardship. For nothing. All for nothing. She’d e

n a deep breath, trying to sque

ace, Kara Foster did something she had

we

ched the totally despondent, forlorn woman in front of him

roommate, he’d make her pay for every b