Greek Billionaire's Uncontrollable Attraction (The Rosso Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North
Authors: Leslie North
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car waiting for us. He thinks of everything—well, almost.” Eva stretched again. Callum couldn’t help staring. Smiling at him, she asked, “What time is it here again?”
“About nine at night.” He forced the words out. His jeans had gotten very tight suddenly.
“Good, it’s almost time to go back to bed. I can’t believe how tired I am.”
Callum bit off another groan. Eva—in bed. That wasn’t the image he wanted to have right now. He started babbling, talking so he wouldn’t grab her and kiss her the way he wanted to. “It’ll take a few days before your body adjusts to this time zone, but getting plenty of sleep should help. My mom should be home.”
“You sound so certain.”
You look so lovely. Callum stopped the thought. The plane bounced down on the tarmac. Callum unbuckled and got out of his seat, heading for the bathroom. A piss and some cold water and he’d be able to face the world. And Eva. And he couldn’t wait to get her locked up in her own hotel room and get himself back under control.
Chapter 11
The town car stopped at the curb of the building where his folks kept a loft. The old brownstone building didn’t look like much from the outside, but the neighborhood was a good one. Callum shot out of the car before the driver could open the door. He turned to the driver. “We won’t be too long.”
Eva got out of the car, glancing around like a real tourist. Callum headed up the steps of the building and rang the intercom. He smiled when his mother’s voice came on, asking who it was.
“Hey, mom. Want to ring me in?”
“Callum?” His mother lifted with delight. She loved surprises and the unexpected. His dad didn’t, but Dad could always be talked around.
“You going to make me stand outside all night?”
She gave a shout and the door buzzed open.
“Sounds like she’s happy to see you,” Eva said.
Callum pulled open the door. “Prepare yourself for a lot of fussing.”
They took the elevator up two floors. The doors opened into a small hallway. His mom waited with the apartment door open. She’d gotten more gray in her dark-blonde hair, but the silver looked good, like elegant highlights. That was his mom—elegant. She kept her figure trim with walking and yoga, and her bright blue eyes sparkled. She held out her hands. “Callum, what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Greece?”
Callum took his mother’s hands and kissed a scented cheek. She hated for her men to mess up her makeup. “Eva’s going to visit the University of Delaware, so I’m here to help her get settled.” He stepped back. “And this is Eva.”
His mother glanced at Eva—a very quick assessing look, and Callum almost wanted to say, ‘No, I’m not marrying her.’ His face warmed. His mom had been trying to set him with ‘the right young woman’ for years. With a warm smile, his mom took Eva’s hand with both of hers. “Call me Martha, everyone does. Now come in. Stanley, come and meet Eva.”
“Stanley?” Callum blurted out the question. Callum looked at his mom. “What’s Stanley Drake doing here?”
Stepping into the loft, Callum saw Stanley Drake stand up from the dinner table. The apartment hadn’t changed. Dark woodwork, open space—his father, Gerald, had done most of the remodeling, and plush furniture in floral patterns to match his mother’s taste.
Callum gave Drake a nod. The guy had on his captain’s uniform and his NYPD badge gleamed on his chest. “What’s he doing here?”
His mother gave him a stern look. “Mind your manners. Gerald decided he wanted to spend more time in Tibet, and I was ready to come home—I’m really tired of all the traveling. So we’re trying out some ‘us’ time for each of us.” She smiled at Stan. “Stan’s here at my invitation.”
Callum opened his mouth and closed it again. Us time? What the hell was that after thirty years of marriage? He nodded at Drake. “Hey. Eva, this is Captain Stanley Drake of
“About nine at night.” He forced the words out. His jeans had gotten very tight suddenly.
“Good, it’s almost time to go back to bed. I can’t believe how tired I am.”
Callum bit off another groan. Eva—in bed. That wasn’t the image he wanted to have right now. He started babbling, talking so he wouldn’t grab her and kiss her the way he wanted to. “It’ll take a few days before your body adjusts to this time zone, but getting plenty of sleep should help. My mom should be home.”
“You sound so certain.”
You look so lovely. Callum stopped the thought. The plane bounced down on the tarmac. Callum unbuckled and got out of his seat, heading for the bathroom. A piss and some cold water and he’d be able to face the world. And Eva. And he couldn’t wait to get her locked up in her own hotel room and get himself back under control.
Chapter 11
The town car stopped at the curb of the building where his folks kept a loft. The old brownstone building didn’t look like much from the outside, but the neighborhood was a good one. Callum shot out of the car before the driver could open the door. He turned to the driver. “We won’t be too long.”
Eva got out of the car, glancing around like a real tourist. Callum headed up the steps of the building and rang the intercom. He smiled when his mother’s voice came on, asking who it was.
“Hey, mom. Want to ring me in?”
“Callum?” His mother lifted with delight. She loved surprises and the unexpected. His dad didn’t, but Dad could always be talked around.
“You going to make me stand outside all night?”
She gave a shout and the door buzzed open.
“Sounds like she’s happy to see you,” Eva said.
Callum pulled open the door. “Prepare yourself for a lot of fussing.”
They took the elevator up two floors. The doors opened into a small hallway. His mom waited with the apartment door open. She’d gotten more gray in her dark-blonde hair, but the silver looked good, like elegant highlights. That was his mom—elegant. She kept her figure trim with walking and yoga, and her bright blue eyes sparkled. She held out her hands. “Callum, what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Greece?”
Callum took his mother’s hands and kissed a scented cheek. She hated for her men to mess up her makeup. “Eva’s going to visit the University of Delaware, so I’m here to help her get settled.” He stepped back. “And this is Eva.”
His mother glanced at Eva—a very quick assessing look, and Callum almost wanted to say, ‘No, I’m not marrying her.’ His face warmed. His mom had been trying to set him with ‘the right young woman’ for years. With a warm smile, his mom took Eva’s hand with both of hers. “Call me Martha, everyone does. Now come in. Stanley, come and meet Eva.”
“Stanley?” Callum blurted out the question. Callum looked at his mom. “What’s Stanley Drake doing here?”
Stepping into the loft, Callum saw Stanley Drake stand up from the dinner table. The apartment hadn’t changed. Dark woodwork, open space—his father, Gerald, had done most of the remodeling, and plush furniture in floral patterns to match his mother’s taste.
Callum gave Drake a nod. The guy had on his captain’s uniform and his NYPD badge gleamed on his chest. “What’s he doing here?”
His mother gave him a stern look. “Mind your manners. Gerald decided he wanted to spend more time in Tibet, and I was ready to come home—I’m really tired of all the traveling. So we’re trying out some ‘us’ time for each of us.” She smiled at Stan. “Stan’s here at my invitation.”
Callum opened his mouth and closed it again. Us time? What the hell was that after thirty years of marriage? He nodded at Drake. “Hey. Eva, this is Captain Stanley Drake of
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