Page 50 of Enthrall
“To mind his own business. Of which he has plenty.” Richard tucked his phone away. “Mia, would you do something for me?”
I held my frown.
“If Cameron so much as looks at you,” he said. “If he talks to you, if he breathes in the same room as you, text me immediately.”
I gave a nod, actually grateful Richard was doing something right for a change.
“I have to go.” He fished out his phone again and read a text.
“How am I going to face him again?”
“Well you faced me,” he said. “And I did a lot worse to you.”
“But you’re not him.”
Richard’s gaze left his BlackBerry and shot up to meet mine.
CROSSED LEGGED, I SAT on the floor in front of my TV.
The remote was playing up again and I opened the back of the controller and tried my trick of removing the batteries and putting them back in. I pushed the button and nothing happened. “Grrrr.”
The doorbell rang.
Easing the blinds back and peeking out the side of the front window, I almost stopped breathing permanently when I saw Cameron. It was too late to pretend to be out. He’d seen me. Dressed in my PJs, I was hardly ready for company. What the hell was he doing here?
Seriously, couldn’t he have called first?
I opened the door. “Hi.”
“Hey Mia.” He gave the biggest smile. “You don’t answer your phone?”
“Didn’t hear it.” I glanced down at the Saks Fifth Avenue paper bag in his hand. There was another bag behind that one.
Cameron eased past me and came in, uninvited. I waited for him to react like Richard had when he realized I lived in a studio.
He didn’t. “How are you?” he said.
“Everything all right?” I made it polite, despite still being annoyed with him for tricking me into that dungeon. That kiss. He’d played with me like a pet. I couldn’t understand why he was here.
As though sensing my nervousness he stepped back, putting some distance between us. Richard wanted me to contact him next time Cameron spoke to me, yet I wondered how I’d make that call with him right in front of me. Richard wouldn’t be happy about him being in my apartment, I knew that.
Cameron’s gaze rested on my sketch pad on the floor. He made his way toward it. “These are good, Mia.” He looked up at me. “You drew these?”
I gathered them up. “Just playing around with a few ideas.”
He watched me like a hawk as I hid them behind a pillow. I’d never shown anyone my artwork, not even Bailey. These fashion designs still needed a lot of work and I didn’t feel confident to show them to anyone yet.
“Are you an aspiring fashion designer?” said Cameron.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thank you.” He stared in horror at the kitchen counter “What the hell is that?”
“What?”
“That.” He strolled over and picked up my Pot Noodle.
“It’s my dinner.”
