Page 18 of Bad for Business
Camille’s eyes go wide, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink I’ve never seen before.
Fuck.
This is going to be fun.
“Ryker,” she scolds, her voice a little breathy. “You’re breaking rule number two.”
“What else did you expect?” I ask, turning around and heading to my car for the summer. I don’t need to stare at her another second. The shade her cheeks are turning is a little too perfect and a little too distracting for me to look at her any longer.
“I expect you to tell me what your plan is for today. Are you golfing with a board member? I could talk with Ian at the golf pro shop. He loves me and would tell me if any of your members have a tee time today.”
I try not to frown at her comment about Ian. Now that she mentions it, Ian was very interested in her the two times we’ve been in there together in the last week. “No, Camille, I don’t want you to talk toIan.” I don’t miss the way I practically spit his name. “I want to see my friends today. Men who aren’t on my board but I respect the hell out of.”
Camille follows behind me as I open the door to my SUV and slide into the driver’s seat. She steps inside the door, blocking me from being able to shut it. “What are your friends going to do for you?”
I laugh, placing my hands on the steering wheel as I shake my head at her in disbelief. “I don’t know, be my friends? You know,people you enjoy spending time with that you care about and make you better. Those are called friends. Ever heard of them, or with that perfect sparkly personality of yours, have you never had one?”
Her plump lips press into a thin line. “Of course I have friends,” she hisses. The words are said hastily and defensively, making me wonder how true her words are. Surely she has friends, right?
I make a shooing motion with my hand. “Perfect. Go call them and catch up and leave me alone.”
I reach around her body and grab the handle of the door, but when I pull on it, she doesn’t budge.
An annoying growl comes from deep inside my chest. “Move.”
Camille shakes her head, making my pulse spike. God, this woman is defiant and stubborn as hell. “If you’re going to the club, then I’m coming with you.”
I throw my head back in frustration. It bounces against the headrest as I let out a loud groan. “You don’t have to spend every second with me. I promise to be on my best behavior. You don’t have to come.”
“I’m coming,” she announces, leaving no room for discussion. “Now, I’ve got to run inside and get my bag. If you leave without me, just know I’m going to make your life hell today at the club.”
I watch her as she takes a step away from the door. Part of me wonders what would happen if I gunned it out of here while she ran inside. Unfortunately, I don’t know if the consequences will be worth it.
“Go,” I get out, not bothering to hide my annoyance with her. “You have one minute. If you’re not back by then, I’m leaving.”
She impresses me by not arguing. Or maybe I’m impressed by how fast she’s running in a pair of heels as she heads inside.I have to rip my gaze from the curve of her ass and the way her black skirt hugs it perfectly. Instead, I keep my eyes pinned on the time on the dash of the SUV. I meant what I said. She only has one minute.
Right as the clock goes up by a minute, I’m turning on the car. At that exact time, the sound of the side door slamming has me looking up and finding Camille running in my direction. She rips open the passenger door and slides into the seat. Carefully, she places her purse in her lap and looks over at me.
“You can go now.” Her tone makes it seem as if I’ve been the holdup, not her, which isn’t the case at all.
I roll my eyes. Instead of responding with a snide remark, I keep my mouth shut…at least for a little bit.
We’re a minute into the car ride when I can’t keep my lips pressed together for another second. I toss a look in her direction before focusing back on the road. “Just for the record, you’re already making my life hell.”
I pull my gaze from the road just long enough to see the sickeningly sweet smile she gives me. It doesn’t reach her eyes at all.
“The feeling is very mutual.”
TWELVE
CAMILLE
“Are you having fun?”Jude Kensington’s voice pulls me from the article I was reading on my phone.
I look up, finding him sliding into the empty golf cart seat next to me. He wears a massive grin, his eyebrows lifted as he waits for me to answer.
I lift a shoulder, letting the hand holding my phone drop into my lap. “I wouldn’t say golf is my definition of fun.”
