Chapter 2 (1/2)
”Little Callie Montgomery,” Ryan said as he watched the beautiful woman approach in her navy blue cotton dress.
Her nude stilettos clicked against the floor, but it abruptly stopped when she met the gaze of the sex god in front of her.
Holy hell. Ryan Worthington had beautiful biceps that bulged beneath his black button up. His sleeves were only rolled up so far, and every muscle was exposed to her. She could only imagine how sexy he looked with that shirt ripped off.
”I'm not little anymore.”
”Of course not,” he said, his lips lifting into a smirk. ”What are you doing here?”
”Visiting my brother in his new office,” she replied curtly. She stepped around him to get to Clyde's office, but Ryan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. ”What do you want, Ryan?”
”Have lunch with me.”
She quirked a brow, unamused. ”I haven't even had breakfast yet.”
”Then have breakfast with me now and then lunch later. We have so much to catch up on.”
”Really?” she asked skeptically.
”Yes, love.” He took a step closer to her and glanced around at the staff, searching for Clyde among the many faces. When he came up empty, he pressed a kiss into Callie's hair. ”Your arse looks sexy in that dress.”
She gasped when he cupped it in his hand and squeezed. ”Jesus,” she rasped, palming his chest.
”Ryan,” he said with a smirk. ”Dinner then?”
”You don't give up, do you?”
He shook his head.
”I have a date tonight with Ethan.”
Ryan's demeanor completely changed, but he quickly masked it with a smile. ”Give me a ring if you change your mind then, love.”
Something in her chest stirred when he turned to his office, but she quickly shook the feeling away and walked in the direction of her brother's office.
She knocked once on the opened door and frowned when he held up his finger, indicating that he needed just another moment alone.
She nodded, patiently waited for him as he continued with his phone call and sighed when she felt a looming presence behind her.
”I change my mind,” she whispered so her occupied brother wouldn't hear her. ”I'll meet you downtown at the new Greek place. You'll figure it out the second you get there.”
As if he could sense the disappointment she carried, he said, ”Clyde has always put you before his job. If you ever called in the middle of meeting, he would abruptly leave just to answer to you.”
”It's different now,” she murmured before dejectedly making her way to the lift. She knew Ryan was following her, and in all honesty, she wanted his company.
”I haven't heard you speak this much since ever,” he said to her as they rode downstairs together. ”For the two years you've lived with us in London, you never even looked my way. What changed that?”
She could tell him his God given body and the dimple in his chin changed the way she saw him. She could be honest and say his sexy voice in the morning had become the only thing she looked forward to when she woke up. She could have also said she had slowly fell for the sentimental part of him.
But she just wasn't that bold.
So she said, ”I wanted to be prepared to be on my own.”
He frowned at her response and opened his mouth to ask her what she had meant, but the lift had come to a stop.
Callie quickly stepped off and pulled her heels off, dropping them beside her on the floor as she held on to the information desk.
”Callie,” he started, cautiously approaching, ”I wish you'd talk to me. If not to your brother then at least to me.” He dropped down on the balls of his feet and rubbed her red foot. ”You're in pain.”
She knew he wasn't referring to her swollen foot, but she couldn't find the words to agree with him.
”Your boyfriend doesn't treat you right, and you need someone to lean on,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her calf.
It was an idiotic thing to do, considering the number of eyes that could see them and the mouths that would report what they witnessed to the top floor where Ryan and Clyde ran the whole show. Clyde would know his best mate had a soft spot for his sister, and he would never approve of it.
”Wear something comfortable tonight,” he said, standing up to lift her chin with his finger. ”Besides, I don't want to be thinking about your heels over my shoulders as I fuck you.”
She blushed and stumbled against the desk, but she recovered in time to give him a kiss on the cheek. ”I'll be seeing you, Ryan.”