As he rounded the car, I wasn’t so lost to lust that I didn’t forget to glance over the Jimmy Choo clutch he’d dropped when he was kissing me. To my dismay, there was a small dent on the bottom and two Swarovski crystals were missing. I must havegroaned out loud because Callan asked what was wrong. I told him.
“I’ll pay for it.”
“What?”
“I dropped it. I’ll pay for it.”
“It’s a three-thousand-pound clutch, Captain.”
“That I dropped.”
“You’re not paying for it,” I replied stubbornly. “I have savings. I’ll pay for it.”
“We’ll see,” he murmured.
I glowered at him, but the longer I stared, the more my anticipation built. He was so bloody handsome. “You just got me off at a launch party.”
Callan grinned, shooting me a wicked glance, before turning his attention back to the road. “I did.”
“You’re kind of filthy.”
“You kind of love it.”
I kind of did. But we had to be smart about this. “One night,” I said. “That’s it.”
His hands clenched around the steering wheel and he countered, “Three months.”
I gaped. “No way.”
“Scared?”
“You are such a child.”
“Three months, princess. Just sex.”
“One month.”
“Two.”
“Six weeks.”
Callan sighed. “Fine. Six weeks.”
“Maybe we should see how the sex goes first before we negotiate a time period,” I said dryly.
“Fine. After we’ve had mind-blowing sex, we’ll verbally confirm six weeks. Does that work for you, Ms. All Business?Christ, I’ve had shorter negotiations over my Caley United contract.”
I laughed. “That works for me.”
We didn’t touch as we walked from his vehicle to the apartment building. I followed Callan to the lift and we got on together. My stomach was a riot of butterflies as he hit the button for his floor and the lift ascended. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Callan to jump me. He didn’t.
As the lift doors opened, he gestured for me to leave first and I did, my heels clacking on the concrete floor. Then I followed him toward his door near the top of the stairwell.
Nerves and insecurities buzzed in my brain because he was suddenly acting distant, even though I felt like I might combust. As we stepped inside and he closed the door behind us, I was about to ask him if he’d changed his mind already when he spun me around. Callan’s features were taut with want as he practically ripped the clutch out of my hand and placed it on his sideboard.
And then he bent and literally flung me over his shoulder.
“Callan!” I cried, gripping onto him as I bounced awkwardly and uncomfortably atop him.
