Page 71 of Taming the CEO

Once inside, I threw my jacket on the coat hanger near my front door. The sound echoed throughout the house. I liked the place, but I couldn't wait for Leo to find me a new one. I'd bought this because I wanted to move out of a condo. I disliked having neighbors; someone was always making noise or throwing a party, and I wasn't exactly known for my ability to compromise. So when Leo showed me this huge-ass house, I'd put an offer on it instantly. But I'd never managed to make it into a home.

Probably because I didn't spend a lot of time here. If I wasn’t in the office, working, I was out about town or at one of Nick's gyms. This place felt like a hotel even though I'd lived here for a few years. It was so huge that although there was a crap ton of furniture inside, it still seemed empty.

I chuckled, remembering Cami's cabin. It was so tiny that there was always a risk of bumping into something.

Still, I enjoyed being there. Hell, I enjoyed her.

I poured myself a glass of scotch, and after a sip, I snapped a picture and sent it to Cami.

Maddox: That mulled wine was much better. This seems boring in comparison.

She replied as I took the next sip, sending me a picture of a page from a recipe notebook.

Cami: This is the recipe. You should be able to do it with what you already have in the house. Even if you skip some of the ingredients, it's still going to be good.

Maddox: It's not just the mulled wine. The company was exquisite too.

I closed my eyes and could imagine her sitting cross-legged on her couch, a remote in one hand and phone in the other, blushing as she read my words. My cock twitched. Damn it, my reaction to this woman was insane. I’d been cooped up in that tiny cabin with her for the entire day, yet all I wanted was to go right back there and spend the evening with her, too, and maybe tomorrow as well. It hadn’t been nearly enough time with her.

Cami: I liked the company too.

My cock twitched again. I made a split-second decision and called her.

"Maddox," she answered.

"Hey, Cami. How are you? Storm started again?"

"No, everything’s all right. I checked the outside. There was no damage, really, thank God. The rain brought a lot of mud around my house, and there's still snow because the snowplows didn’t get that close to the building, but I’ve already shoveled most of it.”

I set my glass down, straightening up. "I can stop by and shovel."

Why the hell didn’t I do that before I left?

There was a pause before she said, "You would drive forty minutes to shovel mud and snow?"

When she put it like that, it did sound ridiculous.

"Why?" she asked, her tone skeptical.

Because I want to spend time with you. The thought instantly popped into my head, but I didn't say it out loud.

"So you don't have to do it yourself," I said instead.

"I’m almost done anyway.”

Fuck, I should have hired someone to shovel her driveway. Why didn’t I think of it?

“How's your hand?”

“It’s pretty much healed. I’ll check with my GP tomorrow, but I think I can even take off the bandage. Was your drive back to the city okay? I read that the roads are a mess."

"They are, but it was all good. I went by Gran's place and checked to see if everything's okay."

"Is it?" she asked.

"Yes. There wasn't even any debris on the streets in their neighborhood. And there's virtually no snow in Boston. What are you doing tonight?" I asked her.

"Im going to walk to Dad's."

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