Page 29 of Caught in His Sights

“Some model from France.” He stabs a piece of egg off my plate and pops it into his mouth. “Can’t remember her name.”

“Let me guess.” My hold on my fork tightens. “She’s a blond, with large breasts and curvy hips?”

“Probably,” Caleb chuckles, looking at me with amusement. “Are you jealous again?”

“No,” I snap, a bit too fast.

“Sure looks like you are.” He steals more of my breakfast.

My face burns, but I refuse to allow him to get the better of me. “I already know your type and that I’m not it.”

“And I already told you they’re not my type.” Caleb’s expression becomes indecipherable. “Do you want me to cancel?”

As much as I want him to, as much as I want to monopolize his time and attention, I shake my head. “No, you should go. It’s important for your work to keep up appearances.”

Caleb lets out a surprised laugh. “Any one of those models I escort would have demanded I cancel.”

“Well, I’m not one of your arm candies.” I push my plate over for him to finish. “If you need to trot celebrities around the cameras to stop people from figuring out what you’re really doing, then that’s what needs to happen.”

He eyes me with suspicion. “You’re very understanding.”

I smile up at him. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like you sleep with any of them.”

Caleb’s brows arch in challenge, his voice intrigued. “How are you so sure?”

The tattoo on his waist draws my attention, and I give in to the urge to trace the lines and curves decorating his tanned skin. “Because of this. If you were sleeping with all those models and actresses, one of them would have leaked a story about it by now.”

Caleb leans into my touch as if he’s been waiting for it all day. “And you’ve read every bit of information about me that they’ve posted, haven’t you, my little obsessed Omega?”

Pulse tripping, I close the distance between our stools. “If you handcuff me to the bed before leaving, you better be home by midnight.”

His warm, genuine laughter wraps around me like an embrace. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?”

“Not everything.” I trace the edges of his tattoo, tucking away this new piece of knowledge. “But I will.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his expression darkening with something I can’t quite name. “Because I plan on teaching you a lot more.”

As we sit staring at each other, the last of our meal forgotten and growing cold, I wonder how deep this game between us will go. How many more secrets does Caleb have for me to uncover, and how much further will we push one another?

Only one thing is certain. If Caleb always comes back to me, I’ll give him everything.

After breakfast, Caleb shows me into a study on the first floor, down a short hall, past the stairs. Dark wood paneling covers the walls, and a heavy desk sits at its center.

“I don’t use this room, except for storage.” He pulls out the high-backed executive chair and gestures for me to take a seat.

Butter-soft leather enfolds me, far nicer than anything I have back at my apartment.

Morning sunlight filters through the curtains, creating a golden glow around Caleb’s broad shoulders and his red hair as he stands over me.

I stroke my hands over the padded armrests. “Why didn’t you convert this to a home theater if you don’t need an office?”

He shrugs. “I have a giant television and surround sound in the living room.”

“Personal gym?” I suggest.

“That’s in the basement.” He leans down and opens a drawer, pulling out a slender laptop. He sets it on the desk in front of me. “I thought you might get some use out of the room.”

Speechless, I stare at the sleek, shiny device. “You’re letting me work?”

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