Page 93 of Until I Find You

I shove the flowers into her arms as she turns toward me.

Camilla accepts the bouquet, though confusion is rampant on her face. “What are these for?”

“For you, of course.”

“But why?”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you seriously asking that question?”

Camilla blushes, then dips her nose down to smell the mauve roses. Her shoulders relax. “They smell amazing. Thank you. But what’s the occasion?”

I will need to make the flowers more of a habit in the future. I don’t want the woman I love thinking that there needs to be an occasion for her to receive flowers. Today, though, she is right, it is a very special occasion. “I’m taking you out tonight.”

Her eyes bug out, flickering amber through her eyes. I hold in a laugh. “But I have to–”

“Nope, all work is on pause until nine tomorrow morning. In fact, I don’t want you working past five ever again,” I say. “But I know that will be harder to convince you of, so I’ll start with tonight only.”

Camilla shakes her head. “If I had known, I would have worn–”

Her black turtleneck and skintight jeans are enough for me, but I hold up the shopping bag. “Already covered. Although I think you look perfect in what you’re wearing.”

She finally smiles. “You love buying me clothes.”

“Obviously.” I take her hand and wrap it around the handle of the bag, then lean in close to her ear. “I’m your Daddy, baby girl. I like buying you nice things.”

“Jack…”

“I like making you feel like a princess. You should never feel anything less.”

Camilla turns her face toward mine, her nose brushing through my hair. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Aren’t you lucky that we’re the bosses, then?”

She giggles. “It’s a lot of responsibility, but it does have its perks, I guess.”

“Exactly. Now–” I slide my hand around her backside and give it a squeeze. “Be a good girl and change for Daddy.”

Camilla’s whole body shivers.

I love having that effect on her.

She kisses my cheek and murmurs, “Yes, Daddy.”

I watch as she saunters off.

Camilla will be the death of me, and I will say thank you when that day comes.

In her glimmering,silver dress, Camilla truly looks like a princess. It plunges low to show off the swells of her breasts, sleeveless to show off her beautiful, bare shoulders, and compliments the cool undertones of her skin.

She looks more delicious than any part of our Michelin-starred meal. Even the alien-looking orb of a dessert doesn’t measure up.

Camilla delves her spoon into the mousse or gelatin or whatever it is. Her eyes narrow before she slides the spoon into her mouth. “Mm. It’s good.”

I take a spoonful too. It’s creamy and fruity and also…strange.

I watch her take a few measured bites, jealous of the spoon each time it pops in and out of her mouth.

“If you want…we can ditch whatever this is and go get a real dessert instead.”

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