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“Nothing. Why won’t he talk to me?”
“I’d feel more comfortable discussing this with him present.”
“Why did Lotte warn me not to talk to you?” I pointed an accusatory finger his way.
He looked surprised. “Those were her exact words?”
Again he’d wanted me to clarify. I wondered if this was how he manipulated his submissives.
I quickly added, “She warned me not to engage with you.”
He gave a thin smile. “I’m the director of Chrysalis. As you’ve discovered. Maybe that’s why.”
That tuft of dark hair on his bare chest, along with that chiseled musculature of his torso, were a visceral reminder that this man oozed sexuality in the most alluring way. His heady cologne did nothing to ease this moment.
His body pressing me against the wall and stirring forbidden desires that had lain dormant. A dark craving erupting.
The way he stared at me now. His gaze moving to my mouth and lingering. The way he shook his head as though trying to shake off a thought.
The way he made me feel when I was around him.
Cameron lowered his gaze. “What happened between us last night was a failing on my part.” He shrugged. “Though, as you’re here I’m hoping it means you’ve forgiven me.”
“Nothing happened.”
He caressed the tension out of his brow. “Perhaps it is best we remember it that way.”
“Please tell me why Richard’s so hard to get through to.” I wiped my tears with my sleeve,his sleeve.
“What’s going on with you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve become so anxious lately,” I admitted. “I can’t eat. I’m having trouble sleeping. Being around Richard makes me nervous.”
Cameron pursed his lips, his expression full of sympathy. “I see.” He reached over and took my hands in his. “I. Would. Never. Hurt. Richard. I would never do anything to him that he didn’t really want me to do to him.”
“Did he really want you to whip him that hard?”
“That’s not my style.”
“Then who did that to him?”
“Mia,” his tone was soft and strangely comforting.
“Well he didn’t do that to himself!”
He let go of my hands and broke my gaze.
He did that to himself?
Stunned, I tried to read the truth in Cameron’s face and find the answers. Everyone around me seemed to know what was going on with Richard except me. Even Tara. Despite being near the ocean there hung a heaviness in the air, an invisible fog sucking up all the oxygen.
Cameron peered toward the passing tourists. “When this becomes too much I return to the hills and lose myself in the manor.” He took a sip.
I slumped back onto the barstool.
“Hungry?” he said. “Want a bagel?”
“No, thank you.”
