He said he didn’t do relationships, but he was such an attentive, caring man. It was hard to believe he wasn’t in one before. The way he catered to my needs as if it was the only thing that mattered to him wasn’t lost on me. He’d make an amazing boyfriend.
Without trying, I began to think that maybe I’d be his first girlfriend. Or, at least, we’d start dating. It was definitely what I desired and hoped for.
I didn’t ask where we were going. I hadn’t all day. I was loving the surprise with each of the places he was taking me to. It was like gift after gift he was giving me without even realizing he was doing so. The emotions I was experiencing with him were feelings I never wanted to end.
He pulled into the parking lot of the most exquisite building downtown. As soon as I saw his name on the reserved parking spot, closest to the elevator, I had an inkling of where we were.
“Caleb Hawkins,” I whispered to myself, recognizing the last name. “Are you part of the Hawkins dynasty? Are you that Hawkins?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning. “You’re familiar with my family?”
“I’m from Georgia, of course I am. Your family owned the first tobacco plantation in the early 1700s. That’s quite a legacy you were born into.”
He didn’t pay me any mind. Instead, he opened the door, stepped out of his car, and I followed suit. Once we were by the trunk, he grabbed my hand and led the way toward the elevator.
The doors opened, and we walked inside where Caleb pressed the button to the top floor.
“This is your building, isn’t it?”
He smiled, but didn’t answer my question.
“I can’t believe you’re acting this humble. Your family is one of the richest in the world.”
“It’s not my money, Evie. Everything I’ve accomplished, I’ve done on my own.”
“Wow. That’s very admirable, Caleb.”
I was falling in love with this man.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded.
I did, and he once again grabbed my hand, leading the way. I walked with my eyes closed, ready for whatever he was about to show me. I heard a door open and then shut behind me.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Slowly, my gaze opened, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was a three-hundred-sixty degrees view from his floor-to-ceiling windows throughout his entire office.
“Oh my God! This is incredible.”
All of downtown was in sight. It was magical the way the lights illuminated the dark sky. The colors, the energy, it was such a perfect way to end the day.
I let go of his hand and walked around his office, which was just as impressive as the view itself.
“This might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Caleb.”
I felt him come up behind me, rasping in my ear, “Darlin’, you’re the most beautiful sight in my office right now.”
My chest was rising and falling, anticipating what was going to happen next.
It was like he knew what I was thinking when he questioned, “What do you want, Evie?”
I turned around to look deep into his eyes. There was no hesitation on my part when I replied, “You.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Growling, he roughly smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. Picking me up off the floor next, he wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to his desk that was in the middle of the massive room.
Maybe it was the predatory regard on his face.
Maybe it was the fact I knew I’d seen another side to him that no other woman had.
Or maybe it was just because I knew I was going to touch him, feel him, experience things I never had.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praised with a sincere tone, sitting me on the edge of his desk. “Spread your legs for me, Evie.”
My thighs clenched.
My pussy throbbed.
My world became solely him.
Exactly the way I craved.
Chapter 8
Caleb
She was fidgeting.
Nervous.
I wanted to ease her anxiousness for what was to come.
“Stay still. Stop moving.”
Her dress hiked up her toned thighs, and my hands glided up her legs. They were as soft as they were inviting.
I was fucking done for.
Pressing soft kisses up her neck, I confessed, “You have me questioning everything about myself, Evie.”
She sucked in a breath, realizing the sudden change in my demeanor.
“All I know is that I want you. For the first time in my life, I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you were made for me, darlin’,” I huskily groaned, hanging on by a very thin thread.
My hands moved at a gentle, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned to touch her. Evie’s dress rode up her thighs, exposing the pink lace panties I bought her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She peeked up at me through her lashes, simply moaning, “Show me.”