Fresh Temptation: Barboza Brothers, Book One Read Online Free PDF Page A

“Something isn’t right with that situation. I’ve
never heard of a company paying late and getting away with it for
so long.”
    Cara sighed. “Trust me, I
know. But I need that job. I can’t exactly afford to ask
questions.”
    “I heard one of the
offices we clean might have an opening soon. I’ll keep my ears open
for you.”
    “Thanks.”
    “So, what’s this about a
tall, dark, Latin stud paying you a visit yesterday?”
    Cara’s eyes flew open and
she sat up straight. “What? Did Mom tell you about
that?”
    Marcy giggled. “Yeah, when
I picked you up this evening. Said he dropped by the house driving
a car so fancy she’d never heard of it before.”
    “Oh geez. It was
nothing.”
    Marcy’s eyebrow lifted.
“Oh really? She said he paid you and Isaac a visit at the hospital
yesterday. When were you planning on telling me about
this?”
    “Darn it!” Cara groaned.
“It’s nothing. He felt bad because his girlfriend got me
fired.”
    “Oh really?” Marcy was
suddenly disappointed. “So he has a girlfriend?”
    “Well, he says she’s not
but they were sitting together.” Cara huffed. “It was one of those
snobby fundraisers on the upper east side. I sure as heck won’t
miss those.”
    “So, she’s not his
girlfriend?” There was a glimmer of hope in Marcy’s
tone.
    “I see where you’re going
with this and I don’t have the energy for it right now.”
    “Oh, come on, Cara. He
went to your house and then tracked you down at the hospital. This
is huge. I can’t believe you weren’t even gonna mention
it.”
    “I told you, there’s
nothing to mention. He’s a rich guy who obviously has too much time
on his hands and guilt issues of some sort.”
    “So? What kind of guy
drives from Manhattan to Newark because of a woman he’s just met?
Sounds like a dream to me.”
    “Like I said, he has too
much time on his hands. He was probably bored from sitting around
and counting his money all day.”
    “Oh, you are so
frustrating.” Marcy took her eyes from the road to gape at Cara for
a moment. “He could’ve just had some money sent to you. Or had a
gift sent to the hospital or whatever.” She could barely see Cara’s
face in the dark, but she thought she noticed a smirk when she
mentioned a gift. “What? Did he send you a gift? Bring you one in
person?”
    Cara growled and stared up
at the ceiling. “He brought Isaac a gift.”
    Marcy gasped. “What was
it?”
    “It was
nothing.”
    “Bullshit! What the heck
did he bring Isaac at the hospital?”
    “A care package.” Cara’s
voice grew quiet. “A very nice care package.”
    “Aw.” Marcy pouted. “I
wish I had a rich man to bring me a care package.” She chuckled. “I
wonder if there’s another package he’d rather give you
instead—”
    Cara laughed. “Stop! I
can’t let myself think that way about him.”
    “What? Maybe you should
call him and see what happens. You could use a good romp in the
bedroom. How long’s it been now? Let me think…you moved back here
six months ago…it had to be when you were living in
Chicago…”
    “Stop. Please.” Cara tried
to stifle her groan. “It’s too depressing to think about. Besides,
you should see the woman he was with. Perfect in every
way.”
    “Probably surgically
enhanced.”
    Cara shrugged. “Yeah,
maybe. But what’s it matter? I mean, look at me? I’d have a better
shot with George the forklift operator who comes to the office just
to wink at me every chance he gets.”
    Marcy slapped Cara’s leg.
“None of that talk. If you want, we can start working out before or
after work. That office building on Claremont has a gym they’d
probably let us use.”
    “No way. I’m too tired
from working all day then cleaning offices with you every night. No
time.”
    “Well, suit yourself. I
think you should give the hot rich man a go. Your mom said he gave
you his card and told you to,” she slowed her words, “call
anytime.”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    Marcy made