Here goes nothing.
It’s still early in the evening, but it’s not a typical busy night, and I’m hoping I’ll be able to get Callie alone, even if it’s just for a few moments so I can talk to her. I don’t want to wait until later tonight to walk her to her car.
I walk in and sigh in relief. It’s slow in The Odyssey, with just a few tables occupied, and a couple of guys at the bar. The roof is closed, which tells me it’s been mellow all day.
As I walk toward the bar, I see Callie at the far end talking to a tall suit-type who’s handing her flowers.
“Oh, Pete, you didn’t have to do that.” She’s smiling as she buries her nose in the blooms.
“Well, dinner out just hasn’t worked out, so I decided to come to you.”
Who the fuck is this?
“We’ve both been busy,” Callie says as she shifts her gaze and finds me standing not far behind Flower Boy. Her eyes widen and her cheeks pinken. I stand firm, cross my arms over my chest, and watch unapologetically.
“I know things ended between us a long time ago,” the dude continues, “but I’ve never forgotten you, Cal. Let me take you out, like old times.”
“Callie,” I say, my voice calm but firm. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Adam can get you a drink. We’re having a conversation,” Pete says, obviously pissed at being interrupted.
I bet he’s been practicing his speech for a week.
“Now,” I say simply.
“I’ll be back,” she says to Pete, then walks around the bar and motions for me to follow her. As soon as we’re in her office, I close the door and move her against it, caging her in.
“Is he who you want, Callie?” I’m panting, adrenaline taking over. Callie’s blue eyes are wide and pinned to mine. She’s gripped on to my shirt over my ribs, holding on tightly. “Say he is, and I’ll leave right now.”
She blinks once, then again.
“That’s what I thought,” I plunge one hand into her soft hair, fist my hand in it and tilt her head back, and kiss her. Hard. She moans, long and deep, pulling me to her with those hands, and I’m lost in her. Our tongues explore each other, and then I nibble the corner of her mouth and kiss her softly. “I’m tired of trying to keep my hands off of you,” I murmur, my lips still against hers.