“For the last time, I’m not interested.” I remove her hands from my body and step back. “Go call your little fuck buddy on the third floor if you’re bored and horny.”Yes, Anais, I am watching you.
“Jealous, baby?” she purrs.
“Never.”
Her eyes flare with murderous intent. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
“Ditto.” I point toward the door. “Now, leave.”
“You can’t keep me locked in this building forever, Caleb,” she calls out as she walks off.
“No one is keeping you here, Anais. You are free to leave whenever you like.” I flash her a grin as I slam the door in herface. I chuckle as I watch her flip me the bird repeatedly on camera.
On my way out to pick up Lili, I call the twenty-four-seven team watching Anais for updates. “There are none, Don Accardi. The only time she ever goes out is to the salon, and man, is that bitch vain. She goes at least three or four times a week. Apart from that, she orders groceries and food deliveries, and her only visitor is Giotto.”
“She was just snooping in my place. I don’t trust her. Make sure someone has active eyes on her at all times.”
“Will do, boss.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Elisa
“For you,” Caleb says, producing a massive bouquet of pink, peach, and white roses from behind his back when I open the door to let him in.
My mouth is almost trailing the ground as I drink him in. He is hotter than Hades in a black shirt, open at the neck, and black pants. His gorgeous blond hair is artfully styled, and he’s sporting a thin layer of designer stubble. He smells as divine as he looks, and I seriously have to stop myself from pinching my arm because this still seems like a dream. I can’t believe he is mine and I’m his. I’ve been giddy as a schoolgirl since Easter and wearing the most ridiculous grin on my face the entire time.
“Lili.” His lips tip up at the corners. “Are you going to invite me in or leave me hanging at the door?”
“Sorry. Come in.” I step aside to let him enter. “And thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. His arm goes around my back to hold me up when I sway, almost dropping my flowers.
“Is this okay?” I ask, gesturing at myself. I don’t know where he’s taking me for dinner. I didn’t want to go too overboard, but if he’s taking me to some super swanky place, I may be a tadunderdressed in my navy knee-length dress. It’s fitted at the top and ties at the front with sheer lace sleeves and a full skirt that swishes as I walk. I’m wearing silver peep-toe high heels and a matching purse. Beatrice reluctantly helped to curl my hair and do my makeup. Thankfully the bruise on my cheek has gone and no one noticed over Easter weekend. Which is a relief because I was worried Mom might discover it, but she was suitably distracted by Caleb and me.
“You’re perfect.” Caleb kisses me again, pulling me in close to his body. “I missed you,” he murmurs in between kisses.
“You saw me yesterday,” I remind him. We spent the day in Greenwich, and I drove back to the city last night with him. He wanted to come in, but I made him leave as I had to study. My exams are only two weeks away, and my downtime is limited. All my clients are aware I’m not available for commissions for the next month, so at least it means I have a little time to see Caleb but not a lot. Which sucks because now we’re officially together I want to spend every spare second with him.
“I was so distracted all day thinking about you. About Sunday night,” he says, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth and causing a flurry of excitement in my panties.
I swear I’ve been in heat since Sunday. All our kissing has me turned on in ways I have never experienced before.
“Best. Night. Ever.”
“It was pretty perfect,” I agree, smiling as I reluctantly break our embrace.
“You’re too far away,” he says, pouting, as I walk into the kitchen.
I cast him a flirty glance over my shoulder. “I’m putting the flowers in a vase before we leave.”
“Hurry up. I’m already suffering withdrawal symptoms.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I’m indescribably happy. So happy I could burst.
After I put the flowers in water, I call goodbye to Beatrice and take Caleb’s arm as he escorts me out of the building.
“I wish you’d keep your protective detail,” he says, steering me toward his Lamborghini.
