The Teacher's Billionaire

his bathing suit and headed downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. An hour or so swimming laps would empty his head for a while at least.
    The warm humid air and smell of chlorine hit Dylan when he walked out of the men’s changing room and into the pool area. At first he thought it was deserted. There was no one else in the pool or seated on any of the padded lounge chairs.
    Perfect, there’s not a soul around.
Dylan tossed his towel on a chair. It would be much easier to swim laps in an empty pool. Positioning himself near the edge he prepared to dive in.
    “Late night swim?” a woman’s voice called out from behind him.
    Turning he watched the woman step out of the hot tub tucked in the corner. Wearing a fire engine red bikini that left nothing to the imagination, the woman seductively walked toward him. A month earlier and Dylan would’ve been turning on the charm. The woman was a beauty, with a body worthy of the cover of Sports Illustrated’s swimsuit edition. But not tonight. Tonight he only wanted one woman and she was forty-five minutes away. “Just a few laps to unwind, Miss...”
    “Vanessa Mitchell.”
    Dylan immediately recognized the name. Her father was one of the top hedge fund managers on Wall Street. “Dylan..”
    She didn’t give him a chance to finish. “I know who you are. We met last December at a charity event in Washington.” The woman stepped closer placing a well-manicured hand on his forearm. “If you’re looking to unwind you should join me in the hot tub. The water is the perfect temperature.”
    Dylan looked down at the hand on his arm. Here was a beautiful woman coming onto him and he felt nothing. Not a single ounce of attraction or desire flowed through his body, unlike the last time he’d seen Callie. That night his body had been on overload in the desire department, and she hadn’t even been trying.
    You’ve got some serious issues, Talbot
. “I’m just going to stick with some laps tonight,” Dylan replied in his most diplomatic voice. There was no need to offend the woman.
    “I’ll be down here for a little while, if you change your mind. Or if you want to come up to my room later for a drink, I’m staying in suite 607.”
    Without waiting for a reply the woman sauntered back toward the hot tub. Dylan suspected she’d spent a lot of time perfecting that walk. She was a beautiful woman who knew exactly the kind of effect she had on men. Although tonight her charms were wasted.
    Diving into the water, Dylan kicked up toward the surface. On a lounge chair near the hot tub, he spotted Vanessa Mitchell watching him. Instead of seeing her there, he imagined Callie lying there in the very same bikini. The suit she’d worn to the beach had covered more than it had revealed. It was nothing like the one he envisioned her in now. Immediately heat coursed through his veins. If it’d been Callie coming on to him the way Vanessa Mitchell had been, he would’ve skipped the invite to join her in the hot tub, and they would’ve already been up in her suite.
    Warren’s daughter, he forced himself to remember. Slicing through the water he tried to push the vision of Callie in a fire engine red bikini from his mind.

Chapter 8
    Fenway Park. A game between the Boston Red Sox and their long time rival New York Yankees.
Baseball didn’t get any better than this. The loud hum of voices filled the ballpark. Vendors selling food shouted a little louder than usual as they walked up and down the concrete steps. And fans for both teams sat on the edge of their seats waiting for the players to take the field.
    Callie had been to the stadium once before. She’d sat way up in the nosebleed section, about as far from the field as you could get and still be in the park.
    Today she had front row seats, right behind the batter’s box. “I can’t believe you were able to get seats like this,” she said aware of the awe in her voice. Dylan probably thought she sounded like an idiot, but Callie couldn’t help it. Never had she imagined having seats like these for a Red Sox game.
    “You didn’t even think I could get tickets,” he reminded her.
    She nodded. “True. I still don’t...” Her voice trailed off when Dylan’s arm settled on the back of her seat and his hand settled on her shoulder, the heat from his skin seeping through her shirt. Her heart lurched, and for a moment she stopped breathing.
    Get a hold of yourself
. He just needed a place to rest his arm. Once again