“He’s the best.”9
chaptertwenty-seven
Callum
“Come over this weekend,”I said against Oaklyn’s neck. I watched her walk into the conference room where the printer was. She had her back to me, and I snuck up behind her, loving the way she sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed her hair away from her neck. “Dress up. It will be a pseudo date. Please,” I whispered, quickly pressing my lips against her smooth skin before stepping back.
“Yes,” she’d agreed.
I’d rushed back to press one last string of kisses up her neck, loving the moan that vibrated against my lips. I wanted to stay, pinning her to the desk, but the door wasn’t locked, and we wouldn’t be able to explain that away.
So, I stepped back and said, “Tomorrow,” before walking back out the door.
I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation the other night about dates. Imagining her all dressed up, a shy smile in place as I walked into a restaurant with the most beautiful woman on my arm. I needed to give as much of that to her as possible.
Saturday night, I’d pulled out all the stops. I had candles on the dining room table, in the kitchen, in the entryway, and lit the fireplace in the living room trying to set the mood.1Trying to hide the fact that we were still at my house rather than the decadent restaurant I really wanted to take her to.
But none of it mattered when I opened the door to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Her golden eyes seemed to glow under my porch light, wide and filled with nerves. It was an intoxicating mix with the black dress she wore. Sleeves stretched down her forearms, but her shoulders were left completely exposed. It was fitted up top, just hinting at cleavage before flaring out above her waist.2I stepped back with my jaw hanging open to let her in and looked down at a small expanse of thigh exposed before being met with over the knee suede boots.
Her fingers touched my chin, lifting it back up to close my mouth. I breathed a laugh, still unable to form words.
“Like it?”
“I fucking love it. You look beautiful.” Her makeup was still subtle, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail that looked both sophisticated and still hinted at her nineteen years. “Come on in. Dinner’s ready.”
Her eyes looked all around, wide with excitement as she took in all the candles.
Her smile from across the table as we ate, talked, and laughed filled me with pride that I’d put it there. She joked, asking me where I hid the tin containers the food came in. It had to have been one of the easiest dates I’d ever had.
She set her silverware aside and took a drink of water, watching me the whole time. It was intoxicating watching the candlelight flicker across her features.
“Thank you for the flowers,” she said. I’d given her a dozen roses once we entered the kitchen and she beamed, saying no one had ever gotten her flowers before. I loved being a first for her.
“I’m glad you like them.”
“My dad always got my mom flowers. Sometimes they were the ones they were about to throw out at the store and sometimes they were even just wildflowers around his building at work. Mom said it didn’t matter. It was the fact that he’d thought about her.”
“How are your mom and dad?”
“Good. Busy as always. Life hasn’t seemed to change too much for them over the years, minus having to support me. But they still work a lot to stay afloat.”
I hated that she’d had to struggle, but her smile when talking about them, didn’t make it seem like it had affected the love too much.
“How are your parents?” Oaklyn asked.
“They’re good. Just got back from a trip in Italy. Dad had some brief business to do, and my mom talked him into staying the whole week. She called me last night to tell me all about it for over an hour.”
She laughed at my eye roll. “You seem close to them.”
“I am. They’re good parents and always strove to give the best to me. They just want to see me happy.”
Her eyes dropped to where her thumb was rubbing at the side of her glass before she spoke. “What do you think they would think of me?”
Probably not happy that she was my student, but I didn’t say that. “I think they’d like you because you make me happy.”
She peeked up at me from under her lashes. “Good.”
“It’s very good.”
