Stealing from Mr. Rich by Anna Hackett

Author:Anna Hackett [Hackett, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-24T16:00:00+00:00

Monroe

Oh, there was nothing better than waking up in a soft bed, all snuggly and warm.

I snuggled into the pillow and smiled. It was nice to relax…

Wait.

I sat up and blinked. This room was definitely not my cramped bedroom.

No, this room was huge, with a giant bed covered in fancy, cream covers with… I squinted. Was that gold thread?

Shaking my head, I took a second to stare at the gob-smacking view of New York and Central Park through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zane. He’d lulled me to sleep like a child.

I leaped out of bed, my blood fizzing. He’d just taken over. My brother was in danger, and I had shit to do.

Then I realized that I wasn’t wearing my jeans.

I huffed out a breath. He’d undressed me as well.

That high-handed, bossy billionaire.

I didn’t even bother to look for my jeans, and, letting anger fuel me, I stomped into the living area.

“I have a bone to pick with you, Roth.”

He was in the library, standing near the grand piano, phone in hand. His gaze flicked to me, then ran down my bare legs.

Traitorous heat knotted in my gut.

“Sounds like you have your hands full, Zane.”

Liam Kensington’s crisp voice came through the phone speaker. He sounded amused.

“I have my hands full with all you smug, bossy billionaires,” I snapped.

Liam’s rich laughter sounded. “Talk to you later, pal.”

Zane set the phone aside. “I see you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“I didn’t want to sleep. I have responsibilities and issues to deal with, and a brother to save.”

“You needed to rest. You were running on fumes.”

I growled. “I’ve been looking after myself for a long time, Roth.”

“You can’t help your brother if you can’t think straight.”

Damn, I hated that he had a point.

“That’s not the point,” I insisted.

“What is the point? I just encouraged you to relax. I didn’t drug you or strap you down.” He crossed his arms. He was wearing a loose, white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and I was distracted by the bronze skin and corded muscles in his forearms.

“Monroe?”

I blinked. “What?”

His lips quirked. “Why are you pissed off?”

“Because.” Shit, my brain was not working.

He stalked toward me. “You’re mad because I took care of you?”

Damn. I swallowed. I was mad because no one had ever taken care of me before. I liked it, and I was terrified that I’d get used to it, and then he’d take it away.

There was no happy ending for a bachelor billionaire and me. This wasn’t one of those romcoms that Sabrina loved, and forced me to watch on her movie nights.

His hot gaze slid down my legs and he stopped in front of me.

My anger started morphing into something else. Just as hot and volatile.

Damn, I wanted him. Desperately.

And right now, right here, he was standing right in front of me.

Maybe I could soak in enough of him to last me a lifetime once he was gone.

Why the hell not? I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him closer.

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