Page 5 of My Wildest Obsession

“Too busy.”

She sighs and answers the call. I listen to her side of the conversation as we drive down the congested streets.

The truth is that I love my aunt. She was the first positive adult that I had in my life. She just came into it way too late.

“Oh, and Theo says hi,” Clara says, giving me a dirty look. “Yeah, I will.”

She hangs up the call as we pull up in front of the building and I climb out before she can say anything.

I just need to make it through this meeting and then I can get away from Clara and get my attraction to her back under control once I’m alone in the hotel room.

Clara climbs out after me and we share a look before we stride into the meeting, side by side. I do my best to ignore how right it feels to have her by my side.

THREE

Clara

“You werein top form back there, Bossy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Theo says without looking up from his phone.

I snicker and he sighs. I’ve been calling him Bossy for a few months now. Ever since I found out that he didn’t know who Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs were. He doesn’t find it as funny as I do, but that’s okay.

The car pulls up in front of our hotel and I open my door, climbing out and rounding the trunk to get Theo’s door. He’s still engrossed in his email or whatever and he barely glances up as he gets out.

“You’re welcome,” I tell him, and he does a double take.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and I roll my eyes.

“Pay attention, Bossy.”

He sighs loudly, and I push past him and grab our bags. I reach into Theo’s coat pocket and grab his wallet, pulling out a hundred and tipping the driver.

“Thanks,” I tell him as I grab my bags and head inside with Theo on my heels.

“Are you going to give me my wallet back?” Theo asks, and I shake my head.

“Are you going to talk to people and check us in?” I ask him.

“No.”

“Great, then I’ll give you your wallet back after I’ve done that.”

“Sounds good.”

I head up to the reception desk and smile as the woman there greets me.

“Checking in?”

“Yes, it should be two rooms. Under Jameson.”

“Jameson,” she says as she starts to type away on her keyboard.

I grab Theo’s credit card out and set that on the counter.

“I see one room here for Jameson,” she says, and my stomach drops.

“Shit,” I whisper.

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