The Teacher's Billionaire

tonight wasn’t going to end well for them.
    “All set,” Callie announced standing in the doorway.
    Dylan stared at the vision before him. She simply took his breath away. The sapphire gown clung to her every curve, and the color made her eyes even more mesmerizing. All he could picture was pulling every pin from her hair, slowly peeling the gown from her body, and carrying her back to his bedroom.
    “Lord I wish we had more time.” Without a thought of how wrinkled her gown might become, he pulled her into his arms. “You look incredible,” he murmured against the side of her neck inhaling the light scent of the vanilla shampoo she favored. Slowly he kissed his way up till his mouth settled on hers.
    He’d just reached to slide the zipper of her gown down when his cell phone went off. The offending sound cut through his haze of desire, and he pulled back enough to pull the device from his pocket. “The car is waiting for us.” Dylan dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You might want to fix your makeup before we go.” Their little make out session smudged her lipstick.
    Callie glared at him before turning and leaving. Dylan watched her retreating form with pure male appreciation. It was going to be a very long evening. He wondered how early an exit they might be able to make.
    She’d been in a limo before. But never one like this. While it resembled the others everything in this one was new and top of the line.
    “What’s tonight going to be like? Are there going to be a lot of people? Have I told you how much I hate large gatherings when I don’t know anyone?” Callie took a sip of her sparkling water. Her mouth felt as if it was covered in cotton, yet her palms were ridiculously sweaty.
    “Speeches, dinner and a whole lot of ass kissing. Nothing too exciting.”
    The limo stopped in front of the Waldorf Astoria.
    This is it. You can handle it.
    “Just relax. I’ll be with you all night. If you need to leave just tell me.”
    Callie gave him a small, weak smile. “Thanks.”
    At every table sat elegantly dressed men and women. Some she recognized from television or magazines. The whole thing felt surreal to her, like she’d stepped into another reality. She had to fight the urge to ask Dylan to leave the minute they walked in the ballroom. While he had offered to go whenever she needed to, Callie wasn’t sure how he really felt about doing that. This type of event was not new to him. Besides Warren probably expected him to be there along with the rest of the family.
    “I can’t believe some of the people who are here tonight. Was that Mia Troy we passed when we first came in?” Callie asked referring to a popular film star.
    Dylan placed his hand on the small of her back and led her toward the bar. “Yes. She’s a big supporter of Warren’s. Has been since he first announced his plan to run.”
    “Really? For some reason I thought most Hollywood celebrities tended to support Richardson.” Callie accepted the glass of white wine the bartender handed her and surveyed the ballroom in awe. She couldn’t believe she was in the same room as these people.
    “Most do, but not all.” Dylan accepted his own drink, then placed his arm around her shoulders. “So who do you think will win the game tonight, The Yankees or Tampa Bay?”
    So far that evening she’d only spoken with her father briefly. They’d just started a conversation when someone had interrupted them insisting he needed to talk with him immediately. Callie hadn’t minded too much. While she liked her father and did want to get to know him better, she’d come tonight because of Dylan. She’d tried to tell herself otherwise before coming, but it was true. Somewhere along the line she’d fallen head over heels in love with him, and coming tonight meant she could spend time with him.
    Dylan leaned closer to her so he could whisper in her ear. They were seated alone. The table’s other occupants hadn’t yet been seated. “Are you doing okay?”
    The concern in his voice touched her. While she wasn’t fooled enough to think he loved her, Callie thought he did care about her. She squeezed his hand, which rested on her thigh. “Fine. Just a little overwhelmed.”
    “You’re doing great.” He placed a feather light kiss on her check. “As soon as we can go, we will. Promise. I’d much rather have you all to myself.”
    Callie saw the flash of light. Turning she caught a glimpse of a photographer before he moved on to