Page 99 of Enthrall
“What are you wearing beneath that?” he snapped. “Jeans?”
I shook my head, wanting the guard to come back.
“Show me,” he demanded.
Hoping to calm his glare, I separated my cape and flung it over my shoulders, daring to reveal my corseted attire. His annoyed expression changed to one of astonishment.
The door opened wide, held by the guard, and in strode a tall, masked man wearing a perfectly fitted tuxedo, his gait confident, his deep brown glare on me.
“Cameron?” I took a step toward him, reassured he’d tell Toga I wasn’t an intruder.
Cameron drank me in.
Slowly.
Desirously.
Tension tightened in my throat like a vice.
“Director,” said Toga, breaking the silence. “You know her?”
Director?
I tried to read Toga’s face to see if he’d misspoken.
“Yes,” said Cameron, hissing theslike a snake.
“She’s with you?” clarified Toga.
Cameron gave a nod and gave a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“I caught her enjoying the Harrington Suite,”said Toga.
“Really?” said Cameron.
“A lamb to the slaughter?” asked Toga.
Cameron tilted his head. “Not tonight, Dominic.”
“Pity,” he said. “Our guests would have enjoyed her.”
Cameron held out his hand. “Ms. Lauren.”
It sounded so devastatingly formal, so unwelcoming, and yet I took his hand, allowing Cameron to guide me out and away from the beady eyes of Toga and his disconcerting talk of slaughtering lambs. We made our way farther down the hallway and I remained quiet, no longer trusting myself to understand the etiquette of this place, glancing back to make sure Toga wasn’t following.
After checking we were out of anyone’s line of sight, Cameron let go and leaned against the wall as though he too was affected by Toga’s creepiness. Even with a mask on I could see Cameron looked fazed. He let out a long sigh through pursed lips.
“Hi,” I said, trying to judge if he was upset.
“What thefuck, Mia.”
“I was looking for Richard.”
He ripped off his mask. “In the Harrington Suite?”
I widened my eyes when I thought of it.
“What did you expect?” he said. “Chess?”
