Page 19 of Seduced by a SEAL

Rosa snorted. “He wouldn’t. His only daughter? If anything, he loves taunting his men with you too much.”

Camila’s eyes narrowed. “That would be infinitely worse. A rich man paying for a woman would be preferable in about a thousand ways to letting those thugs have their way with me.”

The waitress nearly dropped the tray, clumsily setting Camila’s coffee down in front of her. Some of the dark black brew sloshed over the side of the mug. The waitress mumbled an apology, hastily dabbing it with some napkins before placing a small pitcher of creamer and a bowl of sugar cubes on the table.

She hurried back toward the kitchen before even asking if they needed anything else.

Rosa glanced back at Camila. “I guess she overheard our conversation.”

“It’s no secret who I am.”

Camila eyed her friend until she shrugged and changed the subject. “You never finished telling me about your trip to Miami last weekend. The other night you barely even looked at another man when we went out dancing. You? Camila Rodriguez? Not go home with a handsome stranger?” She laughed, and Camila couldn’t hold back the smile playing at her lips.

“Did you meet someone there? You did!” she shrieked when Camila didn’t immediately answer.

“I did meet a man. When I got stranded at Miami International Airport for the night?” She leaned forward in her seat. “Let’s just say I wasn’t alone. I had some very good company for the evening.”

“Spill!” Rosa said, her eyes lighting up. “Is he American? Colombian? Incredibly handsome?”

Camila nodded, slowly stirring sugar and creamer into her coffee. “Si. American. Very handsome. And very good in bed,” she added with a throaty laugh.

Rosa smirked. “So, are you going to see him again? Maybe another impromptu trip to Miami is in order?”

“I won’t see him again. We spent the night together but didn’t exchange any contact information. I got on my flight to Colombia the next morning, and he headed off toward domestic departures. I can’t even remember where he said he was going—somewhere in the States.”

Rosa smiled knowingly. “Mmm-hmm. Not much time for chit-chat?”

Camila laughed. “We talked. Although mostly it was about all the ways he wanted me to scream his name.”

Her friend giggled as she took a sip of her coffee. “So, he’s a fantastic lover, and you didn’t bother to get his name? What if he had a handsome brother for me to meet?”

“Oh, I got his name. Colton something or other.” She shrugged.

“Are you blushing?” Rosa shrieked. “Camila Rodriguez blushing over a man?”

Camila tried not to laugh, a feeling of warmth washing over her. She smoothed her dress over her legs, remembering Colton’s hands running over her thighs. “I may have cried out his name a few times in bed. He was very, very persuasive,” she added with a wink. “But don’t worry, my friend. He was shocked when I pleasured him, too. After all, I couldn’t let him have all the fun.”

“I don’t doubt it. Word has gotten around about your expertise.”

Camila pouted. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

Rosa raised her eyebrows. “And who’s to say the men you’ve been taking home with you are gentlemen?”

“Touché.”

“What did you buy?” Rosa asked, eyeing the shopping bags on the floor. “Hopefully something in my size.”

“A little of everything—new stilettos, a sexy little dress for the next time we go dancing. Perfume. Lingerie.”

“What didn’t you buy?” Rosa joked.

Camila waved her hand in a gesture of dismissal. “I needed something to do. My father wanted me out of the mansion for some important meeting he had. I’m not sure if he didn’t want me to see what was going on or if he didn’t want the men he was having over to see me.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Me? Why?”

“You’re completely oblivious to what’s going on all around us.”

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