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Callan Carmichael is the worst kind of WOMANIZER!!

"He’s the last o there"

Myoutskanks," I cursed as I buried his na with hiroans "Callan is a bad boy through and through; he’s holding court now as the hottest, richest bachelor in the city"

"I won’t go there I can’t help being attracted but I’m not some animal ruled by lust and stuff I can control it," I assured "Still He’s myfriend He bailed your ass the other day, Wynn; you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s worth it"

"He’s totally worth it I’ there’s no way that irl isn’t in the market," I assured her with false confidence

The next week, I keepthat Mr Lincoln needs, and stop going to the terrace But it’s such a hard feat to pretend Callan’s not on Earth when he owns the co home well after 6 pm when the elevator down to the lobby opens and a tall man in a black shirt and jeans stands in the middle of two executives

I feel my stomach clutch uncomfortably even before I really realize it’s hiold spoton mine

I look away, past his shoulders, and board

The elevator stops on the seventeenth floor, and two more people join us A protective hand pressesat the touch, I open my mouth to protest but he looks down at oes

"Mr Carmichael," I say, all professional, once we reach the lobby

"Livvy," is his only response, half professional and half amused

I step outside and hurry home

I bu with one of his board lance in ood friends, and I wonder if he’s the sort of guy ould talk to his friends aboutI’ the revolving doors of the building I stop and glance up the length of the building as if I could see him on the terrace

He steps outside the very sa up, and he smiles a little and just says, "Livvy"

"Mr Carmichael"

God, would the floor open up and eat me now already?