Page 115 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“Did you hear me?” he pressed, and I realized I’d been fantasizing so hard about his dick that I hadn’t heard a word that he’d said.

“Sorry, what?” I asked, trying to focus this time and not get lost in the golden flecks in his green gaze.

“I asked what you were doing getting off so early. Shouldn’t you be working for at least a few more hours? Not that I’m complaining about getting more time with you,” he teased, flashing a smile.

“I just got fired,” I muttered, feeling embarrassed as soon as the words came out of my mouth. The list of reasons that Camden James should stay far, far away from me was growing.

Who got fired from cleaning tables?

“Are you serious?” Camden growled, and a warm feeling slid down my spine because he sounded so...outraged.

I’d never had someone sound like that on my behalf before.

“I’m going to talk to him,” he said sternly, marching toward the restaurant. A giggle escaped my mouth as I grabbed his arm to stop him.

“No, you can’t go talk to him!” I said, exasperatedly.

“He fired you.”

“Yes, and he’s allowed to do that.”

“I can be very persuasive, Ana,” he said, and this time his voice came out as a purr as he tangled his hand with mine and brought it to his chest. I realized he was the only one I actually liked calling me that nickname. I liked all the nicknames he had for me in fact.

“I’m very aware of that, James,” I responded with a smirk. Camden James must have some kind of magical powers because five minutes ago there was no way I’d have thought I’d be smiling today.

A grin stretched across his face. “Last names, Lennox? You’re pulling out the big guns.”

I snorted, a giddy feeling singing through me. I liked him so fucking much.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?” he pressed once more, his gaze darting around my face, that same expression there, like he thought I was some kind of miracle.

A girl could get used to a look like that.

Even if she shouldn’t.

“I don’t want to be somewhere where I’m not wanted,” I told him simply, and he seemed to get that, because he nodded and started leading me to his truck.

“Maybe it was meant to be,” he said as he buckled me into my seat.

“How’s that?” I mused, my mind adding up all the money I didn’t have to pay my dance expenses, and now Michael.

“Because now I can take you on our super special date.” He smirked happily, completely distracting me from the frantic thoughts that had been building up inside of me.

“A super special date? That sounds like serious business.”

His eyes heated, hunger spilling into their depths as he leaned forward and softly brushed his nose against mine.

“It is serious, Anastasia. The most serious I’ve ever been about anything.”

I forgot how to breathe at that announcement. Because it almost seemed like he was talking about...us.

In what world could a man like Camden James be serious about me?

He put the truck into drive and pulled away from the curb, headed the opposite direction of how we usually got to his place.

“Sorry, I just need to make a call,” he said, shooting me an apologetic glance before he put his cell phone up to his ear. “My plans for tonight got moved up a bit with your early release.”

“You make it sound like I was in prison,” I huffed.

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