Page 66 of Burn

My stomach twists because the way his words roll off his tongue, it claws at me, like if I don’t give in, he’s going to get it somewhere else and that’s justnotgoing to fucking happen. I think for the briefest of moments, there’s no way in hell I’m going to let another woman have this guy.

I grab his hand. “Come on. I know a place.”

And what I really mean is I know a storage closet.

I’m going straight to hell.

When I have him down the hall in the west wing before the restaurant, I hold up my hand. I don’t have keys to the storage closets. I have master keys to all the rooms but storage closets, nope. Tom keeps those. For whatever reason. He parks cars but has the key to a closet. “Wait here.”

Caleb smirks and leans back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “I like a woman who can boss me around.”

I shove my finger into his chest. “Of course you do you.”

I don’t mean it as an insult, and he knows it by the smile.

Leaving him standing there, I run down the hall to where I know Tom is with the keys to the storage closet.

When I find Tom, he’s pretending to be busy, but I know better because his phone is in his hand and keys in the other, and he doesn’t even notice me walk up to him.

“I need your keys,” I tell him, practically out of breath and holding out my hand at the demand.

“For what?”

“The storage closet.”

He raises an eyebrow and smiles. “And why would you need a key to a storage closet?”

Remember when I said I can’t keep a secret? It’s like my face gives it away right before my mouth does. “Because I need it. Don’t ask questions. I can have you fired.”

He knows in part I’m serious, but he also knows I wouldn’t have him fired over something like this. If anything, I’d fire him for simply being friends with Judah.

Tom sighs, rolling his eyes at my idle threat. “Yeah, right, Mila.” And then he hands me the keys, dropping them in my left hand.

“Thanks!” I yell over my shoulder as I make my way back down the hall.

Caleb’s in the same spot I left him, leaned casually against the wall. The dark wall behind him makes his eyes stand out even more and makes me wish I had more time. Sadly, this is going to have to be quick.

“I have a meeting in like twenty minutes. We need to make this quick.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.” And then he raises an eyebrow when I push him aside so I can put the keys in the lock behind him. “A storage closet?”

Unlocking the door, I want to smack him. “Is it not good enough for you?”

“No, it’s fine. I just thought someone like you’d have her own private office. Aren’t you like a manager?”

“I am and I do, but it has floor-to-ceiling windows. Not happening.”

He makes that humming sound again, and I find it equally as sexy as I did when he made it in the lobby. “I certainly don’t want any witnesses to what I’m about to do.”

Yeah, me either, dude.

Last thing I need is Shaw Investments to see this since they get the glorious view of my office.

The storage closets in Wellington Suites are a lot like the rest of the hotel. Large. Given the amount of room, I’m actually surprised Tom doesn’t have a bed or even a couch in here. I know for a fact he’s slept at this hotel a few times.

A quick sweep of the room and I’m sorely disappointed. There’s no bed. Just brooms, mops, buckets, supplies, the usual storage closet shit you’d generally find.

Caleb kicks the door shut behind me and I drop the keys on the ground at my feet as I’m hauled off my feet and into his arms.