He grinned at me as he planted himself comfortably in one of the two black leather chairs I had facing my desk. Moments later, he had his ankles crossed and his feet rested on the corner of my desk. Sometimes I wondered what went through his mind. Caleb was both refreshing and infuriating. There was no one in the world who dared to speak to me like Caleb...as though he didn't give a shit about ticking me off. I liked that, and hated it at the same time. As a matter of fact, Olivia was starting to act remarkably similar to Caleb. Maybe that was why I couldn't seem to get enough of her. She tested me. "What do you want, Caleb?" "You're here early." He cocked a brow. "Does this mean you took my advice?" I closed my laptop and gave him the attention he was obviously begging for. "What advice would that be?" "You fucked the girl, right?" I bristled. I didn't like him talking about Olivia like that, but I knew Caleb wouldn't understand. I had never shown an ounce of annoyance over his vulgar comments of the girls who found themselves at my mercy in the past.
