All Sabrina Johnson wanted was to rent out an extra room to pay her ever increasing rent.
I did all the right things and still I got the roommate from hell.
How could a man with a body to die for, and a face that I would kill for, be given to one man? Long silky lashes covering deep blue eyes, dark curly hair, sexy cool hoarse voice, six feet and dresses in suits that cost more than my rent every month, which happens to be outrageous for a small two bedroom apartment in the city with one bath.
One bath and I have to share it with that absolutely handsome, absolutely sexy, and absolutely infuriating man.
All the young billionaire Dylan Van Brunner needed was a room for a week in Manhattan and all the rooms in all of the hotels in that city had no vacancy.
I had to take whatever I could because I had clients flying in from all over the world. I had no other choice. But I didn’t know I would end up in an apartment with one bathroom and a woman who drove me crazy with lust, drove me crazy looking at her and tested me physically where I couldn’t eat or sleep for thinking she’s only feet away from me and I barely have control resisting her.