The Teacher's Billionaire

anxiety.
    Then there was Dylan. She’d gone back and forth all week regarding her decision to stay with him this weekend. Twice she almost told him she changed her mind about getting a hotel room for herself. The weekend before was magnificent. Regardless she kept wondering if she should end things with him this weekend before she got in any deeper. It might be easier to cut ties with him now rather than later.
    The train rolled to a stop. “Penn Station,” a voice boomed over the PA system.
    Too late to go back now. You’re here.
Gathering up her overnight bag and borrowed gown, Callie followed the rest of the passengers down the aisle toward an exit and some much needed space.
    The minute her feet touched the platform, she spotted Dylan walking toward her. Momentarily she stopped breathing at the sight.
    Lauren’s right, he is an English god.
And at least for now this god dressed in a charcoal gray suit was hers.
    Don’t get too use to it.
The thought brought a frown to her face.
Get your act together. You should be happy. Smile.
    Dylan’s own smile wavered slightly as he reached for her. After giving her a quick kiss he asked, “What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned. “You look as if you just lost your best friend.”
    Letting him take her bag, she forced her lips to form a smile. “Just a little tired.” Callie really wasn’t lying she was tired. She’d barely gotten any sleep the night before thinking about her trip this weekend and then had been up at five thirty to make it to work on time.
    “Why don’t we skip going out for dinner and head straight to my place?” Taking her hand in his, he led her toward the exit. “We can have something delivered. Whatever you feel like eating. You name it, we can find it in the city.”
    She’d only been in New York City once. It’d been a school trip her freshman year of high school. The class arrived late in the morning and spent the whole day visiting museums and shopping. The city was so congested and alive that day. She had wondered if it was always like that even late at night. Judging by the amount of traffic around them and people still on the sidewalks it was. Obviously the city never slept.
    Callie breathed a tiny sigh of relief when Dylan pulled his Aston Martin into the underground parking lot of his building. Personally she hated driving in the city, and did it as little as possible. People seemed so much more aggressive there. Yet it hadn’t fazed Dylan in the least.
    “I couldn’t drive in that everyday,” she admitted when he opened the car door for her and helped her out.
    Dylan slipped an arm over her shoulders. “You get used to it. But I don’t do it everyday. Often I have a car pick me up.”
    He had access to a car that could take him to and from anywhere he wanted and he still paid to own a car in the city. Man did that seem like a waste. “If it was me, I’d have it pick me up everyday. I wouldn’t even bother having a car.” She followed him into the elevator.
    Dylan shrugged. “I like to drive. It’s my alone time. That’s why I drove to see you last weekend instead of flying.”
    A few seconds later the elevator doors opened in a foyer that looked like it came straight from a movie. Several framed canvases hung on the walls and a large crystal vase filled with fresh flowers was positioned on either side of the ornate door. Dylan opened the door and allowed her to walk in first. The marble tile from the foyer flowed into the penthouse apartment before ending at two hardwood stairs that lead to an open living room filled with black leather furniture and glass tables. To her it looked as if the room had been decorated straight from some interior-decorating magazine.
    Callie couldn’t imagine living here. Everything was cold and sterile. There was nothing to indicate who lived there. No personal touches. No pictures of family. Yet she didn’t tell Dylan that as he gave her a quick tour. This was his home. She assumed he liked it the way it was. Why else would he decorate it this way?
    “Finally, this is my office. I probably spend more time in here than in any other room.” Dylan pushed another door open.
    She was speechless for a moment. This room looked so unlike the rest of the apartment.
    “I love it,” she told him stepping inside. “It’s beautiful.” Now this room told her something about the person who lived here.
    Dylan gave her a 100-watt smile. “This is the only room I helped decorate.” She