“Hey stranger,” I said, unable to stop a giddy grin from overtaking my face.
He spun around, mouth curving into a matching smile.“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Jet-Setter returning from her wild London adventures.”He gave an exaggerated once-over.“You don’t look too worse for wear.Although, I suppose that’s what a seven-hour flight on a private jet will do for a lady.Or is that a glowy look?Perhaps the result of moreillicitactivities.”
I stuck my tongue out.“For your information, I was an absolute professional the entire time.”
“Is that so?”
Crossing the room, I dropped my bag with a heavy thud.Normally I’d have been more careful—a lady doesn’t just toss her luggage around willy-nilly.But at that moment, I was too eager to dish out every amazing detail of my first trip out of the country.
I hugged myself gleefully as I turned towards him.“Nope, not at all.”
“Bad, bad girl!Tell me everything.”Marco dragged me to the couch, practically throwing me down as I giggled uncontrollably.
I perched on the edge of the couch, my body thrumming with excitement as Marco settled in beside me.Tucking one leg beneath me, I swiveled to face him, our knees brushing together.
“Where do I even start?”I raked my fingers through my mussed hair.My mind drifted to memories of Emmett’s hands tangled in those very tresses.
Marco snapped his fingers in front of my face.“Hello?Earth to Callie?You can’t just drop a bombshell like that and then leave me hanging!”
My lips curled in an impish grin.“Sorry, sorry!My mind was...elsewhere for a moment.”
“Uh huh, I’ll bet it was.Spill it, babe.What did our delicious Mr.Price get up to across the pond?”
Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, I debated how much juicy detail to divulge.Marco and I told each other everything—no matter how salacious or scandalous.He was my most trusted confidant.I let out a breathy giggle, unable to contain myself any longer.“Oh, Marco, you have no idea.This trip was...everything.”
My best friend leaned in, eyes sparkling with rapt attention.“Start from the beginning.Don’t leave out a single detail!”
Settling back against the plush couch cushions, I launched into an enthusiastic recounting of the whirlwind few days in London.The luxurious hotel suite, the extravagant meals, the VIP treatment everywhere we went.But those were just the peripheral details.The real juicy bits were the heated, stolen glances during meetings, the way Emmett’s hand would linger a beat too long on the small of my back as we walked, the casual intimacy of sharing a hotel room.
“And then, on our last night...”I paused, drinking in Marco’s anticipation.“He fucked me into oblivion.”
“Damn, girl!Get it!”
“Down, boy.It was incredible, though.Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Well, let’s hear it!”Marco pressed, rubbing his hands together maniacally.“I need all the perverted deets.”
Snickering, I relayed the highlights—the wild intensity of last night; the slow, sensual love-making this morning; and joining the Mile High Club on the flight home.
“Shit, he really is a stallion in the sack, isn’t he?I’m kind of jealous.Where do I find an Emmett Price?”
“There’s more,” I said.“Emmett...he told me he loved me.”
Marco’s eyebrows vanished into his hairline.“Woah.”
“I know.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“Honestly?I want to be skeptical because…come on.But his actions suggest he very much means what he says.”
“And what did you say?”
My bottom lip was turning raw from all the gnawing.“I…I didn’t say it back.”
“You don’t love him?”
I huffed out a breath.“I don’t know.I’m still wrapping my head around everything.Last week, I had us both convinced we should maintain professional boundaries, and now look at us!”
