Page 92 of Until He Confesses

He was amused.

"You don't get to set the rules, Callie," he said. "You only get to accept or reject them. You are pushing for exclusivity, yet when I call you on a night like this, you find an excuse. What do you expect me to do then?"

"We slept together last night," I said in wonder.

"Well, I have needs."

"And so do I," I lashed out. "But I'm not mad that I went to your house, and you weren't there. The traffic was horrendous, but I braved it all and came all the way here to resolve things with you."

At my words, he kept silent and watched me, and I could tell that he was seriously contemplating how he was going to resolve this.

I dropped my purse on the seat in front of him and went around the table.

I had no clue what I was planning to do, but I was willing to find out. Plus, there was something about him being in such a formal and regal place that increased my excitement and need for him.

I was currently bombarded with all sorts of emotions, anger at him, as well as regret and attraction and it was all coalescing into a ball of hunger that was rendering me unrestrained.

When I arrived at his side he turned to look up at me. He was so handsome that my heart skipped a beat. Thankfully, I covered it up with a smile and then leaned against his desk.

I was reluctant to pull my eyes away from him, but the panoramic view of the city was quite magnificent to take in. And it was as I stared at it that I could see the possibilities of all that we could be doing in this space.

“Can people see into your office?” I asked.

He didn't respond, so I was forced to turn to him. He was still relaxed in his chair, watching me, and I wished I could know exactly what he was thinking. His gaze was so intense and studious that I couldn't help but feel self-conscious, suddenly recalling just how unattractive I looked. But when I realized that it could serve to make him lose interest in me, I didn't lament any further.

"What is it?" I asked, but of course, he didn't respond. Instead, he turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling spread of glass completely surrounding the north and east walls of his office.

I watched him and decided to be as vulgar as I possibly could.

“I want you to take me against the window," I said.

I finally got his undivided attention. He stared at me and, even though his expression remained blank, I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"They can see into the office," he answered my earlier question, but I didn't care anymore.

"Is that a problem?" I asked. "I mean, we can work something out, can't we?"

He cocked his head as he stared at me, and then he smiled. He lowered his head in contemplation, and then he shook it. I was simply enthralled watching him, especially when he rose to his feet and headed over to a bar in the corner to retrieve what looked like some scotch.

He brought it over with a tumbler and then took his seat at his desk. After pouring a sizable drink, he drained the glass in one drink and then set it down.

I watched him pour another, this time in a smaller quantity, and then he offered it to me. I definitely wasn't driving myself home tonight, so I didn't see how accepting it was a problem. Plus, perhaps it was just what I needed to loosen me up even further so I could echo the crazy ideas that I had put forward, that was if, of course, he was willing to participate with me. I was yet to find out.

I accepted the drink, but I couldn't gulp it down like he did. Instead, what I could do is savor it, the cherry and oakwood notes and the burn down my throat. It was delectable, but I didn't want any more. So, after draining the glass, I put it back down and turned my attention to the gorgeous man before me.

"Am I forgiven?" I asked, and he smirked.

"By drinking whiskey?" he chuckled.

"What will it take?" I asked.

He watched me, and then shaking his head, he picked the bottle up again and poured himself another glass.

He began to drink it afterward but this time around he didn’t drain the glass. He set it down after taking a decent amount and then he leaned back against the chair. He did shut his eyes though, which made me look around his desk to see all the work that was on it.

Then I looked around his office for the first time since I had gotten here. This was where he controlled the world he had built for himself and it was beyond magnificent. Even though I had been pissed, I couldn’t help but admire the extensiveness of his office building when I arrived.

This office was extremely commendable. It was huge but somehow didn’t seem too unnecessarily massive. The furniture and fittings were a combination of darkness and warmth and it all served to complement the man himself.