The TROUBLE with BILLIONAIRES: Book 3 Read Online Free

overwhelmed with the idea of being alone with Logan. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything medical…I was a physics student, not a doctor. Madison offered a quick hug, followed by Mellissa. I watched them walk away, my stomach tightening as a wave of nausea rushed through it. When they were gone, disappearing behind the closing elevator doors, I shut the door and leaned my forehead against it.
    “I hope you didn’t have other plans today.”
    I turned, suddenly feeling guilty. “No, of course not.”
    “If you did…I could probably take care of myself.”
    “We just snuck you out of the hospital. I wouldn’t leave you alone if I had plans to spend the day with Obama.”
    “You’re a democrat?” I blushed and he laughed. “Just joking.”
    I went into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door, pleased to see Conrad had thought to stop by the market on his way over. There was a big selection of fresh vegetable and fruits, a loaf of bread, milk, meat, and cheese.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “I could eat.”
    I gathered a bunch of things, deciding to make sandwiches. I had to search for a knife, but finally found one in a drawer by the refrigerator, the first place I should have looked, but was actually the last.
    “Do you want ham or turkey?”
    “Turkey.”
    His voice was so close it seemed like it was right behind my ear. I turned, and he had come into the room and was standing against the counter just a few feet behind me.
    “You should be sitting.”
    “I’ve been sitting all day. I want to move around a little.”
    I understood that, but I wasn’t sure I could help him up from the floor if he fell. It made me nervous…or maybe it was just standing this close to him.
    I turned away, grabbing a couple of pieces of bread and slapping a little mayo and mustard on them.
    “I like lots of mustard,” he said moving closer behind me. “And lots of meat.”
    “Anything else?”
    “Do you want me to do it? I think I can handle throwing a sandwich together.”
    “No, I’ve got it.”
    “I’m not dying, Annie,” he said, the sound of my name on his lips like the perfect musical note. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t imagine one little seizure will change that.”
    I stepped back and gestured for him to take my place. He snatched up the knife and slathered mustard over one piece of bread before dropping several thick slices of cheese over it, then the meat. By the time he was done, the sandwich probably weighed a pound. Then, he deftly cut it into triangles and dropped it all on a plate.
    “See?” he said, holding it up where I could see it. “One perfect sandwich and I’m still breathing.”
    Something about the way he said it irritated me. It felt like he was accusing me of something that wasn’t my fault.
    I brushed past him, gathered the food and tossed it all back into the refrigerator.
    “Aren’t you going to eat?”
    I shook my head, charging into the living room and grabbing a magazine off the coffee table before I flopped down into a club chair set back in one corner. I thumbed through the pages, not really looking at the pictures or articles. I wasn’t even sure what magazine it was.
    Logan returned to the couch, sighing as he sank his teeth into one wedge of the sandwich. I could feel him looking at me. This morning, I would have done anything to get his attention. But now? I wanted to be anywhere but here.
    Silence settled over the room; the only sound was that of Logan’s sighs as he ate his sandwich. I glanced at him, struck by the fact that he managed to continue to look intensely sexy even as he chewed with relish at bite of his sandwich. Again, I felt this pull…from the first time I saw his image on my television screen, I knew there was something about him. And at the launch party for Cepheus’ Alessa 3D X100, when I caught him staring at me from across the room, there was something there. It was…momentous. I have been convinced from that