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Then whipped open the door and pulled her inside.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sabrina

It was just like a happy little family that morning.

I’d never had the pleasure of seeing a man first thing in the morning. Let alone one in my kitchen making breakfast for me and my daughter.

Maybe it wasn’t smart to be playing house like that, giving Daphne hopes of a future that might not be in the cards for us.

But, I reminded myself, she was mostly grown now. She would roll with the punches if things didn’t work out with me and Callow.

Though, God, a part of me was dying for things to keep going as well as they had been.

Even if it was weird as hell to have him just being at work. Reading the newspaper or magazines in the lobby. Lingering in the hallways when I was moving around. Hanging out by the coffee station.

But he went uncomfortably missing around lunch, making me itch to find my phone and text him, ask him where he was, if everything was okay.

“Sabrina, the guest in 6D needs to speak to you,” Maria said, rolling her eyes at me.

It wasn’t uncommon for someone to complain that their towels were too stiff or the sheets hadn’t been changed or whatever the hell thing they got into their heads wasn’t right.

It was my least favorite part of the job.

Because you just had to kiss ass and usually comp something for the guest.

Sucking in a deep breath, I walked down the hall to 6D’s door, raised my hand, and knocked.

The door flew open.

And there was one heartbeat of terror, thinking I’d made an epic mistake going to a guest room alone.

Before I realized that the hands that rushed out to grab me didn’t belong to some random, unknown guest. But to Callow.

Before I could even gasp, I was inside the room, the door was slammed, and I was pushed back against it as Callow’s lips claimed mine.

In the split second before desire completely overwhelmed my system, I managed to realize that he’d planned then went through with it.

To surprise me.

All the tension slipped from my body as Callow’s lips slanted over mine again and again.

My arms went around his neck, using his strong body as leverage as I lifted myself up to slip my legs around his hips.

A rumble moved through Callow as I tightened all around him.

He turned away from the door, walking me backward until he lowered me onto the bed, his body coming over mine, a delicious pressure I couldn’t have known I’d been craving for so long until I had it.

Callow’s lips ripped from mine, slipping down my cheek, my neck, then toward the center of my throat, where he met my top button.

Frustrated at the barrier, I threw my weight. Callow rolled under me so I could sit up, reaching for my buttons myself.

Callow brushed my hands away as he pulled my shirt out of my pants, then started undoing them from the bottom up.

His fingertips grazed my heated skin, making little shivers course through me as he exposed me inch by inch until I was sitting there in my ugly workday bra—nude with no embellishments so it couldn’t be seen through my white button-up shirt.

Still, a little rumbling sound moved through him as his hands drifted down my sides to my hips. They shifted across to work my belt free, then my button and zipper.