Page 22 of Until I Find You

I check the to-do list. The only thing that hasn’t been taken care of is a point that I didn’t put on the list. I swallow. “I think we’re good to go.”

“Thank god.”

“Just have to get there…”

“Yeah, don’t remind me. I’m already dreading the flight.”

I go over to the plastic bag of Chinese takeout on the counter. “All right, I think it’s dinner time.”

“Yes, I’m starving.” Camilla drags herself up to standing and stretches her body out long, showing off a slight of skin at her belly.

I hold my breath and try not to stare. I’m grateful beyond compare Camilla agreed to take her job back, but I can’t shake my attraction to her. Not to mention, the way she said “Sir” lives rent-free in my mind. Sometimes, I watch her luscious mouth and pray it will pop out again.

With a long sigh, Camilla trudges over to the kitchen island and plops down across from me as I pull out cartons of Chinese food.

“Thank you for dinner.”

“Of course. I’m the bank roll, remember?”

She giggles, grabbing a bag of chopsticks and a container of lo mein. “Yeah, feel bad about taking that twenty percent since I’m not investing anything, but…”

I smirk. “You don’t really feel bad.”

She bites down on her tongue with a coquettish smile.

Goddamn, she’s cute. “Besides, you’re investing plenty. Time. Skill.”

“Not the same.” She fishes a clump of noodles out of the carton. “But I’m glad you’re tricking yourself into thinking that.”

I watch her lips contort around the noodles, slurping as she goes, ignoring the way that sound makes my body feel. “No use regretting what’s already in writing.”

My lawyer drew up a new contract right after our meeting in the Bronx. I might lack a bit of sense in the business department, but if I know anything, it’s about the importance of having everything tied up in a contract. I can thank my dad for that sensibility.

Camilla devours her food for a few minutes before pulling out her phone. “Okay, so I have the itinerary broken down by the half hour and–”

“Camilla, relax. You need to eat and not think about all of that for a second.”

She rolls her eyes, takes a big bite of egg roll, and says, “Okay,Dad.”

So, she is a brat, is she? I want to smile but don’t as my hand tingles. If she were mine, this would not go without a very pleasurable consequence for both. “And don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Camilla smiles, lowering her eyes while she chews.

God, that little act of submission alone has me hard.

I clear my throat, and her eyes meet mine again, captivating always, and this close, all the delicate flecks of gold and amber strewn throughout the brown shining through.

I pull my eyes away and focus on spooning some orange chicken onto a bed of fried rice.

She wipes her mouth. “I just need to know when you’re going to visit your mom so I can build that into what we already have.”

My blood runs cold. “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

“Have you confirmed a time with her yet?” She goes for the noodles again. “Our nights are mostly free.”

I bite on the inside of my cheek, saying nothing.

“Jack?”

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