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I read his response the moment it hits my phone’s screen.
Sean: That thud was me passing out when you said you were in the tub. The only thing separating your naked body from my eyes is a wall.
I laugh so loud that I’m sure he can hear me.
Sean: Don’t stay up all night reading.
I reply quickly.
Callie: I won’t. I’ll see you in the morning.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sean
I takemy time when I exit the elevator because Calliope is waiting for Jurgen in the lobby today. The pouring rain must have chased her back into the shelter of the building.
I can tell she tried to tough it out because from where I’m standing, a few strands of her dampened hair are clinging to her cheek, and more distractingly, her black blouse is wet.
It’s clear from this vantage point that she’s wearing a red bra underneath.
Suddenly, she turns slightly, and her eyes lock on mine.
Panic darts over her expression.
I up the pace of my steps because if she’s in need, I’m the man for the job.
“I’m a mess,” she says, her cheeks turning the same shade of pink that they always do when I’m within ten feet of her.
Am I the reason she blushes?
Does this gorgeous, accomplished, smart-as-a-whip woman have it as bad for me as I do for her?
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and I fucking mean it.
I don’t care that she looks like she just washed ashore on a deserted island.
She’s gorgeous.
She points at the glass doors of the lobby. “Mrs. Fields had to leave for an appointment. Lester went to look for an umbrella, but Mrs. Fields insisted on going out in the rain because her ride was waiting. It took her a minute to get into the car, so I stood there helping her. The damn driver didn’t even get out to lend a hand… and well, this happened.”
This.
I assume she’s referring to her sensual, slightly wet look.
“You look amazing.”
Her brows bunch together. “I’m a soaked mess.”
I glance over her shoulder to see Jurgen parking my car next to the curb. A quick look at my watch confirms the time.
It’s twenty minutes to nine.
Calliope steals a peek behind her. “Dammit. I don’t have time to clean up. I have to go to work looking like this.”
My opportunity to give her what she needs falls directly into my lap.
“Head up to your apartment.” I smile. “Jurgen will drive me to work, then circle back to get you.”
