Page 33 of Until I Find You

He takes off his baseball cap and scratches the back of his head. “I’m afraid I don’t have that information at hand.”

“Mmm…” Camilla purses her lips and scribbles something down in her portfolio.

If I were on the receiving end of her note taking, I’d be terrified. Her expression is totally unreadable whenever she looks down at her paper and her handwriting is in a brilliant cursive that I’m sure only she can read.

She looks at the man again. “We would need that testing done before we’d consider the addition of the land. Unless you were willing to negotiate the price down.”

The owner, a man named Kevin, narrows his eyes at her. “It’s already a bargain. I mean, I’d be practically giving it away at the price I’ve asked.”

“Practically being the operative word, considering you wouldnotbe giving it away but selling it to us,” Camilla says.

Kevin’s eyes flick to me. He’s clearly intimidated by my presence. If Camilla had come alone, I’m sure he’d be trying to shake her a lot harder. Which is even more reason why she was right to have me come down here with her.

She looks down at her notes before closing the notebook. “If you have the testing done and the land proves stable for expanding the farm–”

“Yeah, we’ll get it done,” Kevin grumbles.

Camilla smiles. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

I hold back a chuckle.

She straddles the line between hard-assed and pleasant so well. Knows when to apply each skill to get what she wants. I’m very impressed by her.

Still, though, I wish Seth had sent anyone else. Anyone at all.

I should have specified I wanted to work with a man. Then again, who ever thought he would send me temptation in the form of a woman? Because truth be told, I’ve never met anyone who has made me feel the way Camilla does. At aninstant.

Daddy…

Camilla’s voice interjects into my thoughts. “Jack?”

I shake off my daydreaming and focus on her. She and Kevin are already ten feet ahead of me, walking out from amongst the bounteous coffee plants and onto the next stop.

“Coming?” she asks.

Fuck. I should not feel the blood rush to my cock just by this woman uttering the word coming. “Yeah. Of course.”

I follow behind Kevin and Camilla, as she continues to ask question after question, staring at her curls bouncing in order to distract me from her ass swaying in her linen pants.

Fuck. Me.

We walk up some steps built into the hillside above the plantation to a cottage that overlooks the entire farm. We’re high enough that we have a view of the ocean, water twinkling in the distance. It’s beautiful. Calms my senses. Lord knows I’m in desperate need of that.

“You two sit, and I’ll make you some coffee.” Kevin walks us out onto a wooden patio where there’s a small table and two chairs. “Give you a taste of the possibilities that come from the beans.”

“Thank you,” Camilla says with a steady smile.

Kevin disappears back into the cottage.

I sit and Camilla follows suit with a very obvious sigh of relief, her portfolio plopped onto the table in front of her. “Okay, what are you thinking?”

About what I would like to do to you if you allowed me to take care of you. Daddy would be so good to you.

Fuck. Stop that. “You first.”

Camilla blows a curl out of her face and opens the portfolio up. “Well, so far, I’m pleased with the condition of the plants and the land itself. Equipment needs serious updating.”

“Well, you know that won’t be a problem.”

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