The next morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed. Not because I was too tired, but because I was so comfortable. The sheets smelled like his body soap with a splash of mint, pure Calloway, and they were so soft to the touch. I missed lying in bed every Saturday, touching the strong muscles all over Calloway’s body.
When the alarm sounded, Calloway turned it off then sat up in bed. His back was to me as he stretched his arms, his muscles coiling and shifting under his skin as he moved.
I wanted to reach out to touch him, but I kept my hands to myself. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock.” He stared straight ahead before he rose to his feet, standing in his boxers. With toned thighs and long legs, he looked like the ultimate definition of what a man should be. “You?”
“Good.”
Without another word, he walked into the bathroom and got into the shower.
I expected him to make a move, to get me naked while I was in his bed, but he didn’t initiate anything. His cock had been hard. I’d felt it pressed against my hip. But sex didn’t seem to be on his mind. He was probably too upset with everything.
I got ready in the other bathroom, and after half an hour, we were both ready to go. Our routine was exactly the same as our old one, and we met at the front door. His driver took us to work, and we entered the building at the same time.
“Maybe I should catch a different elevator?” I asked, not wanting everyone at the office to see us walk in together.
The door opened, and he pointed inside. “No.”
“But what if—”
“I don’t give a damn.” He walked inside and held the door open. “If people think we’re fucking, so what? We were fucking, so it’s not like they’d be wrong. Now get your ass in here.” Calloway stared me down, looking like the devil in a suit.
I didn’t enjoy Calloway’s authority, but I felt so guilty for not telling him the truth about Hank that I complied. He deserved to be angry and protective. I didn’t have any right to take that away from him, so I cooperated. I walked inside the elevator and stood beside him.
He pulled his arm away and let the doors close. Immediately, the elevator rose to the top of the building. Like any other time we were in an enclosed space, I felt electricity prickle my skin. The burn moved through my body, lighting me on fire until I was a brilliant inferno. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him just the way I used to.
I wished he would give me what I wanted. I wished he would change for me.
The door opened, and we walked into the lobby, everyone seeing us arrive at work together. I turned down the hallway to my office, and he went the opposite direction, heading to his massive office against the back wall.
I got to my office and sat down, suddenly missing him more than ever before.
When the workday ended, Calloway appeared in my doorway, looking just as sexy as he did that morning. His suit was still crisp, and his stubble had grown in over the course of the day. His assistant brought me lunch at midday so I wouldn’t have to go anywhere, and now that he was here, he would make sure I didn’t walk back to his place unaccompanied.
“Are you finished?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. He crossed his arms over his chest, his watch gleaming in the light.
“Yeah…” I saved the email I was in the middle of writing and put my computer to sleep before I grabbed my purse. I went to his side, knowing our leaving together would confirm everyone’s suspicions that we really were together.
But there was nothing I could do to fight it.
We walked out together, two feet in between us the entire time. We made it to the car, and the driver drove us back to Calloway’s house a few blocks away. His neighborhood was silent compared to the commotion of the rest of the city.
We walked inside, surrounded by privacy once again. I immediately slipped off my heels and left them by the door, knowing I would wear them the next morning. They hurt my feet every single day, but they were so cute that I couldn’t part with them. Plus, I got them for a really great deal.
Calloway undid his tie and left it hanging around his neck, just as he used to do when we came home together. He darted into the kitchen and opened his liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of his favorite scotch.
I figured he would start up the habit again.
He pulled a glass from the cabinet just as I grabbed the bottle off the counter. “None of this.”