Page 60 of Enthrall
CAMERON PEERED OVER his champagne glass. “This one belongs to the assistant director.”
Trying not to gape at that, I sat up straight.
“Perhaps we can negotiate?” said the senator.
Cameron placed his knife and fork together on his plate and leaned back, indicating no with a slight shake of his head.
Senator DeLuca folded his arms. “Surely an exception can be made?”
Cameron’s grip was back on my thigh, and despite me communicating with all the subconscious skills I could draw on that he could very well snap my bone he didn’t seem to notice.
“How is your father?” asked Cameron.
“Good. He sends his regards,” he said. “I’d very much like to make this happen.”
Cameron went to answer when his gaze caught something across the room. His hand lifted. I did my best not to react to the pain as blood surged back into the tissue Cameron had been cutting off.
Richard stormed toward us.
In seconds he appeared at our table looking flustered. He threw a glare at Cameron and blinked several times when he saw me. It felt wonderful to see him.
“Richard Booth.” The senator rose to greet him. “My old friend.” He patted his arm with affection.
“Marcello,” said Richard, proffering his hand.
The senator shook it and leaned over and hugged him. “So glad you could join us.”
“Actually, I was just passing.”
Cameron’s face lit up with amusement. “Come join us.”
“I’m parked illegally.” Richard shrugged. “Sorry, let’s do dinner tomorrow night perhaps.” His glare darted back to me. “Winston’s in the car.”
“Winston’s his dog,” I told the senator.
Cameron grinned up at Richard.
“It’s the heat,” said Richard.
He really did seem flustered.
“Winston hates the heat,” he added. “I leave the air-con on for him when I’m not home.”
Huh, I wonder what his bill must be like.
“Mia,” snapped Richard.
I rested my knife and fork on my plate.
“Shall we go over those numbers?” he said.
“Numbers?” I said, and then realized. “Yes please.”
“She hasn’t finished her meal,” said Cameron. “You work her too hard.”
“Maybe not hard enough,” offered the senator.
Richard gestured to a waiter. “Can we get this to go, please.”
