Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Her driver’s collecting me. TJ will be there, too. You don’t need to come.” I can tell by his sudden disgusted expression that he thinks otherwise.
“Don’t even think about it.” He turns and walks away from me, letting the towel fall away without a scrap of shyness, exposing everything to me. I slam my eyes shut to hide from the obscene flawlessness.
“I’ll be with my mum and brother,” I protest to my darkness. “I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Camille.”
I want to open my eyes and hit him with my filthiest look, but that would be a stupid move. “Are you dressed yet?” I ask, unable to hide my irritation.
“Yes.”
My eyes open and immediately find him with some trousers on, hanging open at the waist, his chest still bare and fucking divine. I gasp my annoyance. “Jake!”
“Then turn around, Camille.” His motions falter as he pulls his shirt on.
I hate how difficult I find it to turn away from him. But I do, begrudgingly, still seeing all those fine lines riddling his stomach. “There’s really no need for you to come with me.”
“Your father wants me to shadow your every move. You saw the pictures. You are lucky you’re even allowed to leave this place, and you should note that the only reason you are is because I’m with you. I’m not averse to enforcing this.” He virtually spits the words, his frustration growing.
“Enforce how?” My ears prick up for the wrong reasons as I imagine him pinning me down. Like he did when he captured me studying him when he was pretending to be asleep. My body springs to life.
“Try me,” he says simply.
A lick of desire mixed with curiosity beats its way up my spine, straightening it. I want to try him. I want to see what lengths he’ll go to in order for me to comply. I want him to tie me to him so we’re connected and I can relish in that lovely warmth that sinks so deeply into me. I want…
“I’m coming.” His breath in my ear startles me, yanking me from my inappropriate fantasies, as he moves past me, fastening his tie as he walks away. “Call your mother and tell her there’s no need to send her driver.”
I find a wall and let my forehead meet it with a little too much force, hoping the shockwave the bang creates will chase away my building desire for a man who should not be desired. And, more significantly, doesn’t want to be.
Chapter 13
JAKE
I can still feel the dull pulsing in my cock, an aftereffect of an erection that has long outstayed its welcome.
I don’t know what I was thinking, but Camille’s face when I barked at her nearly broke me. I hated myself in that moment. I’ve been an arsehole with many women and never felt even a smidgen of guilt about it. Kept them at a distance. Simple.
With Camille, it’s different. I crave her closeness, and I felt like a first-class bastard when I snapped at her. Then I hated myself even more when I stopped her from leaving after telling her to. I could see the wonder in her eyes, her thoughts going into overdrive. I can guess what those thoughts were. Fucking hell, for a moment there, while I was holding on to her, I very nearly caved in. I nearly kissed her. I couldn’t fucking stop myself.
Thank God for her mother. Eye on the ball, Jake, and the ball isn’t a face worthy of a goddess and a body made to be worshipped.
I groan, fighting to ignore the dull pulse in my dick. It’s not my only frustration. Camille’s ludicrous idea—the one that involved her out in public without me—both angered and frustrated me. Logan’s still heard nothing and Lucinda is keeping track of his e-mails. What the hell do they want? Money is the obvious answer, yet Logan has stacks of the stuff and they aren’t asking for it. He’s hiding something. I’m convinced he is.
I park down a side street after being advised, quite curtly by Camille, where we were headed. She jumps out and is on her way to the main road before I cut the engine. I fall into pace a few steps behind her, following quietly. She looks effortlessly lovely, having thrown on a little black dress, but those red-soled things on her feet look like death traps. The black material of her dress made her topaz eyes pop for the brief moment she met my gaze before we left her apartment. She hasn’t looked at me since.
When we arrive at the entrance of the plush hotel where she’s meeting her mother and brother, the doorman is busy loading some flashy luggage onto a trolley, so it’s left to Camille to open the door. I watch as she wrestles with it, pushing her slim frame into the polished metal surround.