The Teacher's Billionaire

They might not get a lot of time together during the day on Saturday. He had a business lunch he couldn’t get out of that day. They’d have the nights together though and most of Sunday. If he could convince her to take his private plane instead of the ridiculous train, they would have even more time together.
    It was a definite possibility. Something he really liked the idea of.
For someone who doesn’t do emotional relationships you’re getting yourself pretty damn entangled.
    “I’ve got everything under control.” Dylan spoke the words aloud as if it they would help convince him it was true. In the deep recesses of his mind and heart though, he knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. Somewhere along the line he’d entered uncharted waters despite his best intentions.
    Dylan took another sip of wine with his thoughts turning to what his family might be thinking. They knew Callie was staying with him that weekend. They also knew that he was escorting her to the fundraiser tomorrow night. His mom already knew about his agreement with Phillips. She’d been all for it. He got the feeling she also knew their relationship had crossed into intimate territory too. She hadn’t come right out and said it, but she dropped several hints. Warren though seemed oblivious to the possibility.
    Is that because he’s so distracted by the campaign? Or does he trust me so implicitly that he assumes I would never fool around with his daughter?
Dylan just didn’t know.
    Warren wasn’t one to lose his cool. Perhaps that was why he made such a good politician. He could hide his true emotions whenever he wanted. Dylan could only recall a handful of times when his stepfather had become visibly irate.
    “How’s he going to react if he finds out?” Warren knew exactly how Dylan approached relationships these days. Most likely he would not be pleased. “You’re not going to do anything differently so why worry about it,” he muttered before taking another sip of wine.
    Dylan was still staring out the window twenty minutes later when he heard Callie enter the room. Turning to watch her, an unfamiliar feeling of contentment settled over him. Having her here in his apartment just felt natural. Reaching for her hand he tugged her close. “Have a nice nap?”
    Callie nodded. “You should have woken me,” she replied just before yawning.
    “Obviously you needed the rest.” He pointed out laughing. “Besides I plan on keeping you up tonight so I figured letting you sleep now was in my best interest.”
    She blushed at his comment, and he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. Dylan forced himself to pull away before they ended up in his bedroom again.
    Damn.
He’d only intended a quick kiss. Yet once again he got carried away. It happened so easily with her. It wasn’t something he was used to. He always remained in control, no matter who he was with. Yet with Callie all his control went not only out the window but down the street to the next block, and Dylan kept forcing himself to not think about why.
    “Dinner is on its way.” He moved further away putting a little more space between them. “I opened some wine. Would you like some?”
    “Sure.” Callie walked closer to the windows, which stretched from the ceiling to the floor.
    With her back toward him, Dylan couldn’t tell what was on her mind. Was she thinking about him? Her surroundings? Her father? The fundraiser? Whatever it was he wanted to know.
    “You have a spectacular view from here.”
    Dylan thought he had the best view, and it had nothing to do with the view outside. “I sure do,” he agreed his tone letting her know he wasn’t talking about the city below.
    Handing her a glass of wine he asked, “Are you looking forward to tomorrow night?”
    Callie sighed very softly. In fact if he hadn’t been so focused on her, he probably would’ve missed it.
    “Yes... I guess so.” She nibbled slightly on her bottom lip, which Dylan knew either meant she was deep in thought or nervous.
    “Honestly, I’m nervous about it.” She paused and took a long sip of wine. “If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have come,” she admitted looking him squarely in the eye.
    Her honesty and sincerity touched him. Dropping a feather light kiss on her mouth he replied, “I’m glad you did.” A knock at the door interrupted him before he could say anything else. “That must be our food. Why don’t you have a seat at the table?”
    Dylan spread the