The Teacher's Billionaire

elements of excitement and fear.
    The splash of fear confused him the most. Fear was an emotion women never exhibited around him. At least not the women he usually took out. Perhaps a few business executives feared him. He could be ruthless in a boardroom when the need arose. But women tended to look at him with expectation. The expectation of an expensive gift. Or the expectation of a great night of sex.
    “If there’s something else you’d like to do just say the word.” He couldn’t stand the silence or her unreadable expression any longer.
    If she doesn’t like my ideas let her come up with some.
    Even as the thought passed through his mind, Dylan knew there was more to her silence than the fact that she didn’t like his suggestions. In the deep recesses of his mind, he knew her silence had something to do with him personally. In the same tiny corner of his brain, he also knew that his efforts to spend time with her had nothing to do with playing host until his stepfather arrived. And definitely nothing to do with determining if she had a hidden agenda where Warren was concerned.
    Callie moistened her lips, and Dylan couldn’t help but follow the tip of her tongue with his eyes. He’d seen women of all ages do exactly the same thing. Yet it’d never aroused him before. When she did it though, he found himself wanting to run his own tongue along her lips. Taste her. See if any hints of the Merlot she had with dinner lingered.
    “Thank you for dinner, Mr. Talbot. It was very nice, but you can just take me back to my motel now.”
    Though she hadn’t said it, he knew Callie was telling him that she didn’t expect or need him to entertain her.
    You must be losing your touch old man.
    Dylan couldn’t recall ever meeting a woman more reluctant to spend time with him. Then again it was probably better if she kept her distance. After all, he wasn’t looking for a relationship.
You’re merely playing host in Warren’s absence
. A pang of guilt jabbed him swift and hard at the thought of Warren quickly dousing the desire he’d felt seconds earlier. This was his stepfather’s daughter. Under no circumstances should he be feeling anything toward her.
    “If that’s what you want.” He shifted the car into first gear and eased the car out of its parking spot. He wasn’t going to try to change her mind on this one. He doubted he could anyway. Just look how much effort it took to get her down to Newport in the first place.

Chapter 4
    The sand was warm against the back of her thighs as Dylan slowly trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Without warning he sat up, yanked her shirt up and over her head. His own shirt followed. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before covering her body with his.
    Water tickled their feet as Dylan kissed her. Before she realized it he managed to finish undressing them both. The fact that they were outside completely naked about to make love should have bothered her but it didn’t. Instead she eagerly anticipated the joining of their bodies.
    The lyrics of her favorite Bon Jovi song, Bad Medicine, jarred Callie awake. Reaching for the cell phone she switched off the alarm. “Eight o’clock already,” she groaned. Normally, she would consider eight late, but she had trouble sleeping the night before. Instead of falling asleep right away, as she usually did, she stared at the ceiling for hours thinking about Dylan. She just couldn’t figure him out. When she’d finally fallen asleep, he’d invaded all her dreams. She could feel herself blushing just thinking about the one she’d just woken up from.
    Despite the late start, she wasn’t going to waste the day in some motel room. According to the weather forecast, it was going to be beautiful. A perfect day for sightseeing and reading on the beach. Unfortunately the water would still be a little too cold for a swim, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the view. If her father should feel well enough to fly, it’d be easy enough to change her plans and scoot over to Cliff House.
    Armed with everything she’d need to spend time outdoors, Callie closed her motel room door behind her and headed toward her car. Popping open the trunk, she tossed in her bag and started to close it when she heard someone call out her name. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Though they hadn’t spent that much time in each other’s company, his voice with its sexy English accent was permanently stored in