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Cameron straightened my skirt, his fingers easing my hem towards my knees, his touch firm and comforting.
Lotte handed me the file. “Type these up, please, and have them on Richard’s desk by tomorrow.”
My gaze shot up to meet Cameron’s.
“Well done,” he said. “Ms. Lauren, well done.”
Lotte squeezed my arm. “Mia, your boss wants you to check his emails one final time and then you’re permitted to head home early.”
I gave a nod and tried to make it to the door without tripping. I couldn’t bear to look back and have them see me flustered. I’d already shared more of myself in these last moments than I ever had, exposed my heart as well as my most private of places, shocking myself into silence.
Outside, I took a moment to steady my nerves, pressing my forehead against the wall, trying to catch my breath and calm my shaking hands. Those stunning tingles of pleasure still lingering between my thighs and made me ache for more; an indescribable longing. I willed these unfamiliar thoughts away before they rendered me useless.
Vaguely, I became aware that Mistress Scarlet had appeared out of nowhere. She closed the gap between us.
“Mia,” she said. “You have color in your cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so lovely.”
“I understand now,” I told her. “This place.” I felt silly for saying it, my mind so consumed, my heart still racing.
She smiled. “Cameron?”
My cheeks blushed wildly and I averted my gaze.
“No one understands the delicate blossoming of a bud more than Cameron.” She stroked my cheek with curled fingers. “My sweet butterfly, draw in your wings when near Richard. He has a penchant for singeing them.”
She headed off down the hallway, showing remarkable poise in nine inch heels.
Hadn’t she warned me off Cameron? A trace of his touch still lingered low in my belly; the shadow of his grip.
All for Richard’s approval.
Clutching that beige folder, I made my way toward the reception desk, grateful it was mine again, and tried to grasp Scarlet’s words.
“HOW ARE WE THIS MORNING?” said Richard.
He lingered on the other side of my desk, oozing his usual sexual confidence and looking ridiculously dashing in a suit. This whole pretty boy mixed with rugged explorer was distracting. I’d been so busy shoving invitations into envelopes for Chrysalis’s party I’d almost forgotten yesterday’s breathtaking event of getting my job back, with what Cameron had assured me was panache. What would usually be considered tartsville behavior was all so normal here.
“Mia?” he said.
Ravaged by the memories, I blushed wildly. “Fine, thank you.” I slid a blank post-it note inside a beige file trying to look busy. “How are you?”
“Fine, thank you,” he echoed. “Are you sure?”
I glanced up. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“We could perhaps talk about yesterday?”
“Oh, no thank you.” I waved it off while subduing this threatening blush.
As though still trying to extract more, his eyebrows drew together. “Do you want to meet me there?”
My blush brightened. “Where?”
“Our three o’clock.”
“Huh?”
“Brentwood.”
