Page 101 of Burn

He nods again, moving his kisses to my neck and pressing his erection between my legs. Dropping one hand from around my legs, he’s working on his belt buckle.

“That guy works over there.”

Shifting my weight, he gets his knee between my legs and holds me against the window to unbutton his jeans. “All the more reason for me to fuck you against the window. Let him see this is mine now.”

While I like the possessiveness clawing at his words, I’m distracted. My dad is knocking on the door to my office.

Caleb draws back, letting me go. “Who the hell is that?”

I smile weakly. “Do you want to meet my dad?”

“No. I don’t want to meet your dad.”

I push him back a few steps. “Then hide under my desk.”

He laughs and takes a step toward my mahogany desk in the corner. “I haven’t hidden from a girl’s fathers since I was seventeen.”

“That actually surprises me a little.” I laugh, straightening out my black dress and then glancing in the mirror to fix my hair.

Caleb watches me, then he runs his hand over my desk. “Screw the windows. I’m fucking you on this.”

Shaking my head, I wait for him to get under it before opening the door to my office. “Hey, Dad.”

My father smiles, reaching up to adjust his burgundy tie as he steps inside my office. “Morning, honey.” We sit on the couch together and my eyes keep darting to my desk to make sure Caleb’s hidden under there. I’m surprised he fits, but he does remain hidden.

My father and I make small talk about some of the department heads when he takes on more of a sincere expression, his jaw tightening. “I heard about Judah.”

“How?” I squeak out. This is not a conversation I want Caleb hearing.

“Tom told me, and I know you’re not living with Judah anymore. Mila, you can have a room here. You don’t need to stay with Scarlet.”

“She’s a good friend, Dad.”

“I know. She’s a nice girl, but I’m more worried that if you don’t have a stable place to stay, your attention here will slip.”

Okay, now I know where this is going.

“Dad, I assure you I’ve got this under control.”

He nods, unconvinced. “Who’s the firefighter you’ve been seeing?”

He’s under my desk. No biggie. “You mean Caleb?”

“Yeah, him. Heather mentioned he’s been in the hotel a few times.”

Jesus Christ, people at this hotel need to get a sex life. Fuckers.

I play it cool and twirl a piece of my hair staring at the way it springs off my finger when I let go of it. “Yeah, I met him during the annual fire inspection.”

“And now you’re seeing him?” he presses, watching my reactions carefully.

I nod. “I’ve seen him a few times, yes.”

Just as I’m really starting to sweat it, my father’s phone rings and Caleb fucking sneezes.

With his phone in hand, my father glances at me. “What was that noise?”

I wipe my nose. “I sneezed. I think I’m getting a cold.”

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