The Teacher's Billionaire

even recognize it?”
    “I think he would be in awe. Just think of all the changes it’s been through. But he would probably recognize at least some of it.” Dylan began walking again. “Imagine what this place might look like in another few hundred years. We’d probably be in awe too.”
    He was right. In a few hundred years would she recognize it? Things seemed to change so quickly. Technology. Landscapes. Life.
    Her’s certainly had been a whirlwind of change lately. Callie was almost afraid to ask what the next few weeks and months would bring.
    Heartache probably
. The awful thought popped into her head. This thing with Dylan would end at some point. Yet Callie wasn’t sure she wanted to do anything differently. A man like Dylan didn’t come around everyday. Why shouldn’t she take the opportunity and enjoy being with him while she could? She wasn’t hurting anyone.

Chapter 9
    “Warren mentioned that he invited you to his fundraiser in New York,” Dylan said as they headed back to Callie’s apartment much later that afternoon.
    Nodding she replied, “I talked to him on Wednesday. He asked me to come.” She hadn’t thought of her father or his invitation all weekend.
    Dylan looked over at her as they waited for the light at the end of her street. “Stay with me instead of a hotel.”
    Taken back by his offer, she didn’t immediately respond. “I’m not sure I’m going,” she admitted. While she thought she wanted to get to know her father better she couldn’t see herself fitting in at an event like that. She didn’t know how much tickets to this fundraiser cost, but she’d read somewhere that people sometimes paid thousands of dollars a ticket to these types of things.
    Then there was the fact that the rest of Warren’s family would be there. She hadn’t meet his son Jake, but his daughter seemed to hate her, and Callie couldn’t tell what his wife thought of her. Having her wisdom teeth pulled sounded more enjoyable than a whole night in their company.
    “Come. Warren wants you there.” Dylan pulled into her driveway and killed the engine. “I want you there,” he added brushing his hand across her check. “We’ll have fun. I promise.”
    She didn’t respond right away. His offer was so tempting. Another whole weekend with him sounded delightful. Especially if it turned out to be even half as enjoyable as this one. But staying with him at his place seemed like a big step. Then there was the fundraiser. If she agreed to stay with him, she’d have to go. There would be no getting out of it. And Callie was still leaning toward not attending.
    “Say yes,” Dylan urged leaning closer so he could kiss her neck just below her ear.
    He sounded so sincere that she couldn’t resist. “Okay. I’ll come.”
    A satisfied smile spread across Dylan’s face. Pulling her as close as he could considering they were still in the car, he kissed her lips tenderly at first. Soon the kiss turned hotter, more demanding.
    The sound of his cell phone filled the car. Breathless Callie watched as Dylan pulled the phone from his pocket and turned it off. “I’ll call them back,” he explained tossing the phone onto the dashboard. “Come on, I’ll walk you in.”
    Callie waited for him to come around and open the car door for her, something he always insisted on doing, and something she was really starting to like.
    “I’m heading back to New York tonight, and I have to be in Atlanta on Wednesday. I’ll try to get back here on Friday night or Saturday morning.” They stopped at her front door. “I’ll call sometime during the week.”
    “Okay.” Callie unlocked the apartment door. “Do you have time to come in?” Even though they spent practically the entire weekend together, she was reluctant to see him leave.
    Dylan shook his head. “If I do I will never get back to the city tonight, and I have to. I’ve got meetings all day tomorrow starting at eight.”
    The tone of his voice let her know why that would be the case, and she felt herself blush. Something she seemed to be doing an awful lot of lately when they were together.
    “But I will see you soon.” With that final comment, he kissed her once more and left.
    You’re getting in over your head. Way over, to the point of drowning.
“But what a way to go,” Callie muttered locking the door and turning on the kitchen light.
    Too wound up to just sit in her apartment, Callie snapped Lucky’s leash onto his collar and grabbed