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“If you worked for me, I’d want to move you into my office too.”
“If I worked for you, I just might agree.”
The air thickens around us as our heated gazes get a little hotter.
“What’s your deal?” I ask him. “Why are you here if you hate golf so much?”
He tells me about his family company and how he’s trying to save a huge deal that his brother fucked up. I’m laughing my ass off when he tells me how his brother Nolan got caught doing naughty things with his girlfriend on the hood of an antique car.
“And that’s Mr. Brown?” I ask. “Geez, he doesn’t look like a billionaire.”
“Well, he is,” he says with a shake of his head. “A very uptight billionaire.”
The music changes to something more upbeat and people flood onto the dance floor, throwing their hands and feet around like they’re deadly weapons. Meanwhile, we’re still gripping onto each other, not wanting this moment to end.
Time melts away as we talk and get to know each other. He constantly has me smiling and laughing, and I’m having the same effect on him.
This man is smooth. Very different from the lovestruck fool I saw on the golf course earlier. I guess all it took was a change from his Polo into his suit to find his real game.
“I want to see you again,” he says with his dark eyes brimming with intensity. “I need to see you again.”
“I’d like that,” I whisper as I lick my lips. “This has been fun, Callaway.”
“The night is not over yet.”
“It might be,” I say with a gulp as I glance over at my boss. Mr. Miller is standing up from the table and glaring at me. I’m guessing that my dance with Eli is ruining the narrative he set up with his friends of him being my sugar daddy. I think I’m embarrassing him.
Good. Fuck him.
“My boss is coming,” I say as he starts making his way over here. “I don’t think he likes me dancing with you.”
“If he touches you, I’m knocking him out.”
Eli’s body gets all flexed and rigid, and my heart starts thumping away when I feel how hard he is under this sexy suit.
“Come,” I say as I grip his thick wrist and pull him away. “Let’s go for a walk.”
He glances at Mr. Miller with his jaw clenched and then looks back at me. “All right.”
This man looks like he really wants to put my boss in his place, but I’m guessing he’s thinking what I am—that spending the night together would be much more fun than spending it explaining to police officers why there’s an unconscious seventy-year-old man lying on the ground.
I’m holding onto his wrist as we rush out of the hall. “Hold on!” I say as I make a detour by the bar. I grab a bottle of wine off it and then we’re running outside into the cool night air where anything is possible.Chapter SevenEli“I wasn’t that embarrassing,” I say as I hand the wine bottle to Carrie. Our hands touch for a long second and it sends a jolt of something rocketing through me. “You asked to see my balls.”
“No.” I watch her pink lips wrap around the bottle as she takes a sip. “I asked you what your balls look like.”
We both laugh as we walk along the eighteenth hole, side by side under the bright light of the moon. It’s quiet out here with only the soft sound of the music from the party wafting on the warm breeze. It’s a gorgeous night and Carrie’s shining blue eyes and flushed cheeks are making it even more spectacular.
I’m falling for this girl. Big time.
It’s making me realize that I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. I don’t know why she’s been having such an intense effect on me, but her hooks are in and I’m not going anywhere. She’s mine and I’m going to be hers.
It might be fate or two soul mates recognizing each other for the first time, but whatever it is, it’s definitely been love at first sight.
I slide my hand into hers and she tangles her fingers into mine. This night has been perfect.
“What’s your puppy’s name?” I ask her.
Her shocked eyes dart over to mine.
“I heard you talking about it.”
“Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”
“Yes,” I blurt out unabashedly. “I’ve been stalking you all day.”
She smiles as she hands me the wine bottle. I look at the glass rim, knowing her sweet lips were just on it. I suck in a breath as I put my lips to it, hoping to taste her sweetness, but only tasting the wine.
“His name is Chester.” She starts to get emotional as she tells me about his dire health problems. I feel a fierce need to wrap my arms around her, so I do.
