Page 21 of Filthy Rich

Always so proper.

Of course.

I tapped out the reply with shaky fucking fingers and a heart pounding painfully away within my chest when my phone started going off. I gave it two rings before I picked up. “Brooke?”

“Good morning, Caleb.”

Why was her voice so soothing?

And why do I feel the need to keep hearing her speak like I need my next breath?

“It is a good morning, I agree.”You called.“How were the meatballs?”

She laughed softly, and I pictured her lips as she did it. “Remarkably good, considering where they came from.”

“Oh, where did you eat last night?”

“Blackstone Island Therapy with my nan. That was hospital food if you can believe it.”

“She’s in the hospital now?”Jesus…

“It’s a rehabilitation hospital and temporary, so not for much longer. She had a bad fall five months ago and needed to have a double knee replacement.”

“I’m glad to hear she will be leaving soon.” I couldn’t help wondering about the medical costs and how she was paying for it since there were no medical benefits forthcoming from her grandmother’s employment at Blackwater. Ergo the need for a second job.

“Oh, I truly am, thank you, Caleb.” Such proper manners my sweet Brooke used in conversation. I’d love to see her lose control, though—for example like when we were in the heat of fucking. My dick started throbbing.

“Caleb, I have a confession.”

If you only knew, Brooke, if you only knew…“Oh? Please tell me then.” Maybe teasing would help diffuse all of the blood that had suddenly decided to travel south to the region of my cock.

“Our conversation last time—about west-side verse south-end—it was horrible of me to say those things to you, and I just wanted to let you know I don’t really feel that way. Nobody can change who their parents are or how much money their family has, only how they choose to use it. You were very kind to me the night we met and offered your help. I want you to know I did notice your random acts of kindness to a complete stranger, and I do thank you very much for being such a gentleman. And for the beautiful flowers as well. I’m very sorry for the things I said to you when we spoke last time.”

Was I hearing this? She was reaching out to me for some reason.

“Are you still there, Caleb?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for being a tad cunty with you?” Only a Brit could saycuntyand have it sound classy and funny as she just did.

“It’s forgotten, Brooke, but only on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“You let me take you to dinner on Monday.”

“Hmm…I don’t even know your last name, and you don’t know mine,” she said cautiously. It didn’t bother me, though. I liked that she was careful about who she went with. She was smart.

“Actually, I do know your last name is Casterley.”

“So, you have been stalking me after all.” Yep, she was smart.

“Only in the most honorable way, Brooke. I’ve thought about you a lot since that horrible cocktail party, and I felt really bad about what happened. I just want to be able to talk to you over some good food and get acquainted in a normal environment.”

“Unfortunately the reception where I met you was a normal environment for that shit-show of a job. I’m so glad I quit. I hope your suit wasn’t ruined. I’d be happy to pay for the cleaning bill if you drop it by Harris & Goode.”

“The suit is taken care of, Brooke, and I am very glad you quit the shit-show of a job, too. Your boss was an ass.”

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