The Teacher's Billionaire

could hear the pride in his voice.
    Callie wandered over toward the floor to ceiling bookcases. They were filled with everything from the classics to books on science and finance. “It’s an English library.”
    Crossing his arms he leaned against his massive desk. “I had my grandfather’s office at his country estate in mind when I did this room.”
    She knew his maternal grandfather was an Earl and his father was a Viscount. She guessed the men she saw in the pictures with him were his father and grandfather. There was a definite family resemblance.
    After looking at the pictures on the shelf, Callie walked to look at some on a side table. “We really do look like sisters.” She picked up the picture in the middle. It was an informal shot of Dylan with Warren, Elizabeth and their children.
    “Our eye and hair color are completely different but we have the same shape face and nose.” A wave of sadness washed over her. She’d always wanted a sister. Now she had one, and the woman couldn’t stand the sight of her.
    Carefully she placed the picture back. “Why does she hate me?” Although she’d wanted to ask him before, she’d intentionally avoided the topic. Tonight her curiosity won out though.
    Dylan walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “She doesn’t hate you.”
    “Yeah right. Did you already forget about my run-in with Sara?”
    He forced her to turn around. “Sara has been burned by people in the past, so she has some trust issues. She’ll come around.” After dropping a quick kiss on her frowning lips he continued, “Now, no more talk about Sara. I can think of many other more enjoyable things we can be doing.”
    Moving slightly he placed a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Joy bubbled up inside her and all thoughts of Sara Sherbrooke left her. “I thought you were hungry,” she asked sounding slightly breathless.
    Dylan stopped kissing her long enough to yank her shirt over her head and toss it on the floor. “I am. For you.” He pulled the elastic out of her hair causing her hair to cascade down her back. “I’ve missed you.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Once again his lips settled over hers sending her every coherent thought into outer space. As his lips slanted over hers again and again, Callie melted against him and held on tight for the ride. Her entire body pulsed with desire, with expectation. Finally when she thought she could no longer take it, Dylan picked Callie up cradling her lovingly against his chest and carried her back to his bedroom.
    He had no desire to move and disturb the sleeping woman in his arms, but if he didn’t get up soon and get them something to eat, his growling stomach would wake her anyway. Carefully Dylan untangled himself and pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt.
    After ordering from his favorite Thai restaurant he selected a wine from the rack. Opening the bottle he poured himself a glass and gazed down at the street below. Since the food wouldn’t be there for another thirty minutes or so he figured he would let Callie sleep. When she’d gotten off the train she looked exhausted.
    He knew from their phone calls that she’d been busy all week. The students’ last day had been Wednesday and her final day of school had been Thursday. Then she’d immediately started her summer job earlier that morning. They’d spoken almost everyday that week. He never spoke with anyone that much unless it related to business. Still it hadn’t been enough. Every night he found himself thinking about her. Wanting her by his side and in his bed. When he’d seen her step of the train his first instinct was to pull her into his arms, and kiss her, then lock them both in his apartment for the entire weekend.
    So far he’d only done two of the three. The jury was still out on the last one. Would anyone really notice if they didn’t emerge from his apartment this weekend? These political fundraisers were hectic. Perhaps Warren would think he’d just not seen her there among everyone else.
    Fat chance of that Talbot.
Accept it. You’re just going to have to share her this weekend. At least for a little while. Tomorrow night he had every intention of getting them as much alone time as possible. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it up to Massachusetts at all next week. This weekend might have to hold him over for a while. Maybe he could convince her to come back to the city next Friday after work.