The Teacher's Billionaire

self-absorbed they wouldn’t notice if a whole legion of women walked in resembling Warren.
    Callie wanted time to stop. Not forever but for a little while. The weekend was quickly slipping away, and she wasn’t ready for Dylan to return to the city.
    With a small sigh she watched him from where she sat. Who was he talking to anyway? She couldn’t hear him. Yet his mannerisms suggested he was having a disagreement with someone. If she asked he would probably tell her. So far he’d been nothing but completely open and honest with her. Even during his second visit to her apartment when she’d questioned why her father hadn’t come to see her himself, he’d been honest.
    She loved that he was always so honest with her. It was the complete opposite of what she’d experienced in her last relationship.
    Callie didn’t remember the last time she’d thought of Michael Adams, but sitting here watching Dylan she couldn’t help but compare the two. She’d meet the corporate lawyer through a mutual friend. For the first few months, he’d been the perfect boyfriend even though they had few things in common. Sometime around their third or fourth month together things started to change. He became secretive and abusive. Not physically abusive but emotionally abusive. Despite being told the obvious by her mother and close friends, Callie had denied there were any problems. It had taken her a year and a half to see the real Michael. That had been two years ago.
    Michael and Dylan were like night and day. Dylan sometimes teased her but always in a good-natured fashion. And never once was he anything but a gentleman; pulling out chairs and opening doors.
    Men like Dylan didn’t come along often. She suspected he might have ruined her for anyone else. No other man would ever be able to compete with him in her eyes.
    Enjoy being with him while it lasts.
That was basically the same thing Lauren had told her earlier that week. Minus the while it lasts part. Lauren seemed to think wedding bells were a possibility. She always had believed in fairy tale endings. Callie was too practical to believe she and Dylan would ever reach the altar. Still she planned on enjoying her time with Dylan while she could. Who knew how much longer she would have with him? For all she knew after the fundraiser in New York, she may never spend time like this with him again. He was too polite to back out of his offer to have her stay with him in the city, so she had at least one more weekend with him, but who knew after that? He had been unusually quiet at breakfast that morning. Maybe he’d been reconsidering their relationship or even regretting their involvement? Perhaps he’d been trying to decide when and how to end it.
    Always the pessimist. Maybe he really had been tired.
    Dylan sat down next to her again. “Sorry about that. I don’t believe I even got cell service out here.”
    Callie handed him one of the granola bars from her package. “Everything okay? You looked agitated over there.”
    Instead of answering right away, Dylan bit into his bar. “Issues with an acquisition I’ve been dealing with. I told them I’d handle it tomorrow.” He finally answered after chewing and swallowing his food.

Chapter 11
    Callie shifted in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable. But it didn’t help no matter what position she moved to. What she really needed was to get off the train and relax.
    Maybe she should have taken a personal day, and caught an earlier train. She had considered it. In the end though she dismissed the idea, and opted to work her normal hours before heading to the Amtrak Station. After all it was her first day back at the summer camp where she worked over summer break.
    It’s almost over. The next stop is Penn Station.
A strange mixture of excitement and apprehension churned in her stomach making her very happy she hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.
    Another whole weekend with Dylan. Just the thought made her giddy. But she also had the fundraiser to deal with. For the umpteenth time she wondered if she’d made the right decision regarding both Dylan and her father.
    Should she be going to this event? Should she really be trying to fit into this alien world of theirs? In many ways she felt like the proverbial square peg trying to be shoved into a round hole. No matter how much one tried, it just wasn’t going to work. What if that was the case here? Maybe it would be better if she didn’t waste the time and the