A Special Obsession

Letting someone in was a gigantic no for me.
Even when the gorgeous Weston Wyndham woke up in my apartment.
Even when he waltzed into my kitchen, sans shirt, exposing those ridiculously spicy abs of his.
He still didn’t stand a chance.
Especially after the arrogant jerk ordered me around.
In my house.
If he thought he could do that, just because he was a rich boy, then he’d better think again.
I’d learned the hard way what rich bad boys were all about.
Weston Wyndham was off limits.
End of story.
Except his ideas were vastly different than mine.
For some reason, he kept showing up, pestering me.
But I had a very deep secret to guard.
Letting him in could spell disaster—one I couldn’t afford.
Unfortunately, as my luck would have it, I broke the rules.