Chapter 2
Freya’s POV
“Oh my god Sarah you have no idea how fine he still looks,” I said into the phone while I shoved another pile of folded clothes into the drawer.
The fabric felt soft against my fingers but my mind was somewhere else completely.
“Caleb came up to help with my bags earlier and the way his arms flexed when he lifted them damn near made me forget my own name.
He smells so good, like expensive wood and man. I’m already in trouble living right above his office.”
Sarah laughed loud on the other end. “Girl you better behave or don’t. Your dad warned you he’s strict as hell.
Did he give you that list of rules yet? Tell me everything.”
“He sure did,” I answered, glancing at the clock on the wall.
“No visitors, dead quiet after ten, and I have to show him my school
