The Billionaire's Christmas Virgin (The Billionaire's Obsession, #9.5)

by J.S. Scott

opportunity nasty to every person she came into contact with when she was a kid. Judging by my current frigid trek through the snow, she hadn’t changed one damn bit. I smirked as my rubber boots plowed through the deep snow drifts on the sidewalk, finding it hard to believe that Harper might actually be in the Denver homeless shelter I was looking for in one of the nastiest blizzards we’d seen in a long time. Apparently, she’d run away after her parents had finally set their foot down on her endless spending of money she hadn’t earned. They’d taken away her credit cards, her brand new car she’d gotten for graduation, and most of her extravagant purchases because she had no desire to go to college. Obviously, she figured that since her parents were rich, she didn’t need an education.

and run away from home. Well, technically, she wasn’t a runaway. She was eighteen, so she wasn’t a juvenile. But she sure as hell acted like one. Who in the hell ran away just because mommy and daddy took away her car and her credit cards? “She’s still a spoiled brat,” I muttered irritably as I kept walking through the drifting snow, the cold starting to whip right through my winter jacket and jeans. “If Mom hadn’t been so freaked out, I would have stayed warm and comfortable at home, celebrating Christmas with my own family instead of worrying about somebody else’s problems.” Unfortunately, Aileen Colter worried about everybody. My mother was one of the most caring people I knew, and the glue that held our family together after my father had died years ago. She was still good friends with Harper’s mother, and was horrified at the thought of a young woman lost somewhere in a blizzard by herself.