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Callie recalled him saying some time back that his family lived in Northern California. Other than that, the topic had been off the table, so she’d assumed that meant for her not to ask any questions about them. But that didn’t stop the questions from whirling around in her mind.
“When should we go?” Callie asked, knowing there was no way she would turn down personal time with Noah.
“How about after work?” he suggested, sliding out of his white lab jacket and hanging it on the back of his office door. “Our afternoon is light. We may even get out early.”
Callie glanced down at her clothes. While she might look fine, she’d want to freshen up.
“You could leave your car here,” he continued. “I’ll drive.”
Callie wasn’t going to turn that offer down. This might not be a date, but it was as close as she would get to dating her hunky boss—though she wasn’t under any delusions that Noah would fall for her type. Though so far, from what she could tell, he didn’t have any particular type. So why hadn’t he ever asked her out?
Oh, yeah. She worked for him.
So what? This was L.A. Did a code of ethics really matter in a land full of sin and silicone? Either something else held him back or he simply wasn’t attracted to her. Either way, she had her work cut out for her if she wanted to pursue anything beyond a professional relationship with him. Granted, she had her sights set on her career, but she could so carve some time out of her day for scenery like Noah Foster. And she knew he wasn’t a long-term type of guy, so really, what could the harm be in getting to know each other on a personal level?
“Where will we go?” she asked, following him out of his office and down the hall toward the break room.
He threw a killer smile over his shoulder. “You pick. It’s your night, Callie.”
She mulled it over, thinking of where she’d always wanted to go but never could justify going alone or paying such high prices. This milestone really deserved to be done up right.
Then she remembered the one place she’d always wanted to go but never got a chance.
She offered a wide grin. “Oh, I have the perfect place in mind.”
Of all the restaurants Callie could’ve picked in L.A., Noah couldn’t believe she’d chosen this one. A pizza place with games that spit out tickets so you could pick out prizes at the end. On a Friday night this place was crazy with kids running amok, screaming, laughing and waving their generic prizes in the air.
And Callie seemed to be fitting right in.
This was not what he’d envisioned when he’d told her to choose a place. But she’d laughed as she’d smacked the mole heads that kept popping up through holes, and she’d been a major sharpshooter at the “shooting range.” Now she was off to a driving game while he stood fisting a wad of bright yellow tickets.
Bright yellow. If Callie Matthews was a color, she’d be yellow. The woman was always happy, always bubbly and never failed to take him by surprise.
And he hadn’t necessarily lied when he’d told her he was happy for her. Seeing her beaming from ear to ear had stirred something in him. While he still wasn’t thrilled at the possibility of her innocence being shattered, he couldn’t let her celebrate alone.
Her sweet naïveté was getting to him. And she had no idea the power she was holding over him.
His cell vibrated in his pocket and he slid it out, smiling when he saw the number.
“So you are alive,” he said in place of a traditional hello.
“Kiss ass.”
Noah laughed at his best friend and Hollywood heartthrob, Max Ford. “When a whole week goes by and I know you’re not filming, I have to assume you’re either dead or getting some serious action. Glad to know you’re still with us.”
“Oh, I’m alive,” Max assured him. “Where are you? It sounds like you’re at a kid’s birthday party.”
Noah glanced around the open room where kids ran from game to game, parents chasing to keep up with the chaos. His gaze circled back to Callie and he watched her steering intensely at the racing game.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“You’re moonlighting as a clown for kids’ parties, aren’t you?” Max joked. “I’m not sure the ladies will go for the Bozo wig, pal.”
Noah laughed. “Did you call to annoy me or do you have a point?”
“I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow. Haven’t seen you for a while. Thought we could get together.”
Callie jumped from her racing chair and grinned like a kid as the machine spit out another row of bright yellow tickets. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself standing in the middle of the room with a silly grin on his face. When was the last time he truly grinned because he wanted to and not because he felt forced to please his current company?
“Actually, tomorrow is the photo shoot for the ads for my new office,” Noah told him. “But I should be free in the evening if all goes as planned.”
“I thought you were still looking for a model.”
When Callie turned and caught his eye, he motioned that he was stepping outside. She nodded and moved on to another game.
“Callie is doing it for me,” Noah said, walking toward the door to move farther away from the noise.
“Callie Matthews? Damn, she’s hot. How did you manage that? Has she done modeling before?”
Once outside, Noah took a seat on the bench next to the door. “No, but I’m trying to watch out for her. She’s got stars in her eyes, man. And she just got a pretty good-size role in a new Anthony Price film.”
“Noah, you can’t save everybody,” Max told him with a sigh. “You’ve got to let go of the past.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Had any more offers on the house?” Max asked.
“Just the two.”
“Which you turned down?”
Noah rubbed a hand over his head and glanced through the door to see Callie smiling while tackling another game. “Yes. I turned them down.”
“And you’re still going to see Thelma every day?”
Noah’s chest tightened. “I’m all she has.”
“She’s not even your family, Noah. You have to let go. I understand she’s Malinda’s grandmother, but you’ve been paying her assisted-living bills for a year now. She has Alzheimer’s. She won’t know if you don’t show up. You’ve got to bury the past.”
He sighed. “I’ll bury it when it’s time.”
“Good,” his friend said. “You can start by asking Callie out on a date. She’d be perfect.”
“I’m not asking her out,” Noah replied. At least, he wouldn’t ask her on a real date.
“Great. Then you won’t mind if—”
“Yes, I would mind.” Noah cut him off. “You’ve got enough on your plate without adding Callie to the mix.”
Max’s laughter nearly vibrated Noah’s phone. “You can’t keep dibs on her and not do anything about it. You’re both adults. If you want to go beyond business and get personal, what’s stopping you?”
“She’s the best receptionist I’ve ever had. I’d like to keep her for a while.”
“She’ll probably be leaving when she starts acting, anyway, so why not just go for it now instead of torturing yourself?” Max asked. “You know you’ve thought about it.”
Thought about it, fantasized about it. Had taken the proverbial cold showers to prove it.
Noah came to his feet, glancing inside at Callie, who was looking toward the doors, probably looking for him.
“Listen, I need to go,” Noah said. “I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what time I’ll be free.”
After sliding the phone into his pocket, he went back inside. Callie’s smile across the crowded room did something funny to his chest…something he’d rather not explore.
“I’m ready to cash in my winnings,” she told him, holding up her tickets. “I’ve got a hundred here and I think I gave you a hundred. Let’s go see what I can get.”
Noah followed her as he pulled her tickets from his pocket. He still couldn’t believe this was her idea of celebrating. She certainly wasn’t like all the other women he knew. Their idea of celebrating would be to head to the most expensive restaurant and try to get into his bed afterward…not that he ever complained about those nights.
But Callie was different—a fact he’d known from the first day of working with her. She was like a breath of fresh air. He never knew what to expect from her, but he knew it would be something great.
After she chose her prizes—a hideous monkey with tiedyed fur and a flower-shaped eraser—he escorted her to the car and drove back to his office. Even though she was fairly silent during the ride, she was beaming from ear to ear.
“You had a good time.”
It wasn’t a question, more like an observation.
“A blast,” she told him. “I’d always wanted to go to a place like that as a kid.”
He threw her a glance as he pulled up beside her car. “Why didn’t you?”
Callie’s smile faltered, and she toyed with the ear on the monkey. “I didn’t have a very pleasant childhood. And that’s the best way I can put it.”
Noah put the car in Park and turned to face her. “I’m sorry, Callie. I didn’t mean to pry. You’ve worked for me for a while now and I don’t know much about your life before you came here.”
She attempted a smile, but her sad gaze met his. “I’d rather focus on my life here than back home.”
Wherever she came from, whatever she experienced must be painful because the L.A. Callie was a bright, bubbly woman who didn’t care to let everyone see how positive she was about life.
“I can’t thank you enough for everything, Noah.” She reached out, placed a hand on his forearm. “You don’t know how much I value our friendship. At least, I like to think we’re friends.”
“We are,” he said, cursing his voice when it cracked like some damn adolescent.
Her dainty, warm hand on his arm really shouldn’t turn him on, but he’d been intrigued by her for a while now.
“Good,” she said, smiling wider. “It’s nice to know I have people I can count on.”
She leaned over and gave him an innocent, simple peck on his cheek, but as she pulled back, her face remained within a breath of his and she locked eyes with him again. He froze and was surprised when she placed a softer kiss on his lips, hesitating as if waiting for approval.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Was that unprofessional?”
“Not as much as this.”
He cupped the side of her face and claimed her lips.
Three
Callie knew on some level this was wrong—that would be the professional level.
But on a personal, feminine level, kissing Noah Foster was so, so perfectly right. There was no way she could not respond to such a blatant advance.
His thumbs trailed along her jawline as he shifted and changed the angle. Mercy, this man could kiss her lips and she felt it all the way down to her toes…not to mention all the important spots in between.
Callie grabbed hold of his biceps as the glorious assault on her mouth continued. This attraction wasn’t new on his side or he wouldn’t be devouring her mouth in such a way that had her limbs trembling and her thighs clenching.
But before she could bask in the fact this was the best kiss she’d ever experienced, Noah pulled back.
“God, Callie,” he all but growled. “I’m—”
“No.” She shook her head, putting a bit of distance between them so she could look in his eyes. “Don’t say you’re sorry.”
His eyes searched hers, that warm gaze dropping to her lips before coming back up. “I wasn’t. I was going to say I don’t know what came over me, but that would be a lie. I’ve wanted to do that for some time.”
The revelation wasn’t surprising, but she was a little taken aback that he admitted it. Which brought to mind the all-important question: Why hadn’t they locked lips before now? Had she known he had such…talents, she would’ve taken charge months ago.
Okay, well, maybe she would’ve held back since he was her boss, but she definitely would’ve fantasized about it more.
“So have I,” she admitted.
The corners of Noah’s sexy, and she could now add tasty, mouth lifted. “But you work for me.”
“So now what?” she asked. God, that sounded lame. “I mean, I don’t have to quit, do I?”
“Do you want to quit?”
Callie quirked a brow. “Don’t answer my question with a question.”
“Just trying to figure my way around this… .”
She grinned. “By this, you mean the fact that I want you?”
He studied her face. “Yes.”
Callie’s hands slipped from his thick arms. “I won’t lie about my feelings, Noah. If that makes you uncomfortable…”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he told her. “I won’t deny the sexual tension between us.”
The chubby girl who still lived deep inside her couldn’t believe this was happening. The new Callie, the one who took charge of her life and made things happen, knew this was a moment she’d remember forever.
Noah Foster, one of the sexiest men she’d ever met, was admitting he was sexually attracted to her.
