Page 27 of Not That Into You

“Of course it will be. Just every once in a while. No tongue.”

His obvious amusement makes my blood simmer, but I can’t let him think he’s getting under my skin, even though there’s a sharp, needling sensation under my breastbone. “Fine. But that’s it.”

“I might nuzzle your neck, too.”

“Clear boundaries, Cameron. You can give me a brief kiss hello, and I’ll allow the occasional friendly, safe-for-work touch, but that’s it.”

“What if my hands wander while we’re dancing?”

“There’ll be no dancing.”

“There’ll be dancing at my father’s party.”

I wag my finger. “No dancing.”

He smirks. “We’ll see.”

Growling, I shove him out of the dressing room and pull the curtain closed before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.

I’m regretting this weekend already.

Chapter 9

Monica

Cameron idly taps the steering wheel of his Jeep as we move slowly forward with the rest of the traffic going to the Hamptons. With his perfectly styled hair, aviator glasses, and light blue shorts with white button-down shirt, he looks as if he’s heading to a Ralph Lauren photoshoot rather than a weekend away with family.

His sleeves are rolled up, revealing a worn friendship bracelet I never noticed before, probably because I’m more accustomed to seeing him in suits.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring at me.”

I guffaw. “You wish.”

“No worries. I get it.” He smiles. “I’m nice to look at.”

“Yes,” I deadpan. “And so modest.”

He grins as I gesture toward his wrist. “What’s with the friendship bracelet?”

“Hm?”

“Your bracelet. Did Hayley give that to you?”

He snorts. “No.”

I stare at him, but he doesn’t say anything more. Shrugging, I glance at my phone to make sure none of my clients have tried contacting me. I’d worked longer hours than usual this past week to finish up a few outstanding projects, so I could take today off and not have to work over the weekend.

“Mind if I put the top down?”

I raise my brows. “Need more space for your ego?”

“Nah. But we could use more room for that chip on your shoulder.”

Whatever. I can’t deny that being around Cameron in his fancy Jeep on our way to mix and mingle with New York’s wealthiest has me on edge.

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