The Teacher's Billionaire

Preferably served to me in bed by you completely naked, but I’m flexible.”
    Callie blushed at the mental image his words evoked. “Don’t count on it. I have a rule about not eating in bed, so unless you’re on your death bed, it’s not happening.”
    His sexy laugh came over the line. “Like I said, I’m flexible. If you want to serve them to me in the kitchen while you’re naked that’s fine too.”
    The man was impossible
she thought rolling her eyes. “I still wouldn’t count on it.”
    “Sounds like a challenge to me. One I look forward to undertaking.”

Chapter 10
    Man do you have it bad.
You haven’t dusted in more than a month. Or was it two?
He was spending the night not conducting a white-gloved test of her apartment to see how good a housekeeper she was.
    Still Callie wanted the place to look nice. She’d already vacuumed, cleaned the tiny bathroom and changed the bed sheets. Dusting was the last thing on her to-do list, and it was only eleven o’clock. He’d said he would be there around two, so she still had plenty of time to shower before he arrived. Tossing the dust cloth in the trash, she surveyed the room. It might not be worthy of Park Avenue, but it looked inviting, the neatest it looked in ages actually.
    Three hours later Callie remained curled up on the couch, her nose buried in a new romance novel by one of her favorite authors. Dylan had called to say he would be late due to traffic. A multi-car accident had completely closed down I-90.
    “I’m starting to feel like a character from one of these books, Lucky.” The dog sat in his usual spot next to her, his head on her leg half asleep.
    Average everyday woman falls head over heels in love with rich powerful CEO. Man, did that sound like something written on the back cover of a hundred books she’d read.
    In those cases though the heroine always got a happy ending. Callie had no idea what to expect. She wasn’t even sure what kind of relationship they were in. Were they free to see other people? Did he see other women during the week? She couldn’t imagine him having the time. He called her every night, though sometimes it was well after nine o’clock when he finally got home from the office. Some nights they only had time to talk for a few minutes. Other conversations lasted much longer.
    Despite their numerous phone calls the status of their relationship never came up. Actually the word relationship never came up at all. Neither did the word love. She’d almost slipped once and said it. But she caught herself in the nick of time.
Thank god.
    At some point I’m going to have to bite the bullet and confront him.
Find out where their relationship was going. It wasn’t happening this weekend. Her only plan was to enjoy herself. She would leave the tough conversations for another time.
    Heck, maybe he would confess his never dying love for her tonight.
Don’t count on it.
    Such scenes only played out in movies and books, not real life. Still a girl could hope right?
    A loud knock at the door sent Lucky bolting from the couch, waking Callie in the process. Still half asleep she sat up and checked her watch. Nearly five.
    Rubbing her eyes she stood and stretched. How long had she been asleep? She hadn’t even intended to take a nap. One minute she’d been reading and the next her eyes were so heavy she just couldn’t keep them open. She only planned on closing them for a minute. That had been sometime around four she thought.
    “Quiet Lucky. Go sit,” she commanded as she pulled open the door. Thanks to all the obedience classes she’d done with him, the dog stopped barking and moved back to the living room.
    Dylan didn’t wait for her to invite him in. “Who needs a doorbell with him around.” In one quick movement he dropped his bags on the floor and pulled her tightly against him.
    Callie found herself wrapping her arms around his neck as he worshiped her mouth. Standing there safely locked in his embrace, she lost all coherent thoughts that might have been going through her head. The only thing she could focus on was the hard body pressed against hers, and the soft fabric of his shirt beneath her fingers.
    “God, I’ve missed you,” he said finally coming up for air. His breathing was slightly ragged informing Callie he was as affected by their kiss as she was. “I thought I’d never get here. Traffic stood still for hours.”
    Did he just say he missed me?
She couldn’t have imagined that. Could