Becks simply laughed it off and slid a key card into my hand.“Ronaldo’s gone to deliver your luggage.Ring down if you need anything?”
“We will.Thank you.”
“Enjoy your stay, Miss Winters.”
As we waited for the private elevator that would take us to the penthouse, Callie suddenly spoke up.“You and Becks seemed…chummy.”Her tone was light, but there was an edge underneath it.
I shot her a sideways glance, suppressing a grin.“Jealous, Miss Winters?”
“No,” she spat out, a little too hastily.
I chuckled.“Easy there, killer.Becks is a friend.I’ve stayed here more than a few times over the years, and we’ve chatted quite a bit.She’s good people.I’m sure herhusbandagrees.”
“You say ‘husband’ as if a married woman wouldn’thappilyhave an affair with you.”
Her words hung in the air.I cocked my head, waiting for the inevitable embarrassment to color her features and the babbling to begin.
“Good, God.What is wrong with me?”She palmed her face.“I’ve completely forgotten my filter around you.”
I loved her lack of filter.It felt like her walls were coming down, and she was starting to trust me—to see me as more than her boss.
“We’ve been together for, what?Eight hours straight?Bound to happen eventually.”I shrugged, trying to sound casual.
“You’re still my boss, Emmett.That was completely inappropriate.”
“I’m a little more than your boss at this point, don’t you think?”I held my breath, waiting for her reply.
Her gaze pierced through me as she looked up through dark lashes.“Yeah, I think you are.”
Thedingof the elevator shattered the moment, causing us both to jump.We rode up in silence.
As the doors opened onto the foyer of the Knightsbridge suite, I let out a low whistle.“Wow.”
“I thought you said you’ve stayed here before?”
“I have, but never this suite.It’s nice.”
“Nice?”Callie scoffed.She grumbled something under her breath that sounded like “rich bastard.”
“It’s stunning, Emmett.”She stood at the floor to ceiling glass walls that separated the living room from the terrace while I peeked into the two bedrooms.From this side of the building, we could see the twinkling lights of the city—a stark contrast to the dark sprawl of Hyde Park.They gave her silhouette an ethereal glow.
“Absolutely stunning.”
Callie glanced at me over her shoulder, rewarding me with her smile.
I motioned to my right with a nod.“The master is yours.”
“Emmett, no.”She squared her shoulders, preparing to fight me.
“Please don’t argue.It’s late.I’m sure you’re tired and hungry.Your luggage is already in your room.I’ll order us some room service, and maybe we can find a show to watch if you’d like.”
Her face lit up briefly before she bit her bottom lip.“Okay.That sounds perfect.But only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”I wanted to chastise her for harming those delectable lips or soothe those tiny teeth marks with my tongue.
She slipped into the bedroom.I called down to Becks to order us some dinner before retreating to my own room to change into something more comfortable.By the time I returned to the living room, Callie was curled up on the couch in silk pajamas that clung to her curves.Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in messy waves, a few strands caught between her lips as she read on her Kindle.
At that moment, she was the embodiment of everything I always wanted but never thought I’d have.Domesticity, comfort, love.When she looked up with a soft smile, I knew I was lost.
