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“How do you know my name?”
“I heard your friend call you Cami in the dressing room. I don’t like it shortened. I’ll call you Camille.” Then he ends the call. Just like that. He silences me again and manages to pique my interest in a way no other man has. He’s intriguing beyond belief and I find myself falling for his games every time I cross him. Damn him. And damn me for not listening to my inner self warnings about him the first time they went off.
I purposely put the phone in the glove box, knowing it’ll just irritate him when I don’t answer it the next time. Tomorrow I’ll take it back to the lingerie shop and ask the lady to give it back to him. Something tells me if I inquire about the man with the chick on a leash, she’ll remember who I’m talking about.
When I finally get to my apartment, I begin to rush around. Spending the day with my sister has been exhausting, and now I need to get cleaned up. I hit the stereo and feel at home when my playlist is already loaded and begins playing. I find the simplicity of my space relaxing after the crazy day I’ve had. It would be nice if I could take that deep breath and have tonight behind me.
I open my lap top and set it on the bathroom cabinet as I put on more makeup, choosing to go a little bold with my eyes tonight. I guess the martini’s might have a part to play with my daring outlook on things tonight.
My screen comes up to the last email Mr. D sent, so I reread it, shaking my head that his arrogance wasn’t even the boldest egotism I came in contact with today. Thinking about his offer a little more, I decide to send him a quick response.
Leaning over the keyboard, I throw down a few sentences and thank him for the offer, but respectfully decline. Hitting the send button, I then delete his emails and move on to the next few. Multitasking like this isn’t something I’m used to doing, so I just leave them unread with plans to respond tomorrow.
Choosing to go with a winged eyeliner, changes the look of my eyes instantly. My eyelashes haven’t had mascara on them for months, but then again, I haven’t gone anywhere and felt like putting my fake face on. I guess I should be thankful for the long and full lashes I was graced with.
My email dings again just before I finish my brows, so I glance down at the sender, Mr. D is a persistent man. The subject line reads, ‘But I insist.” I open the full document out of curiosity and look forward to the audacity of this man.
Ms. Richards.
I insist on speaking with you about the terms before you decline. I feel my offer will be one you won’t be able to resist. I’m available when you’d like to call.
D~
Jesus. What’s with men today? Do I need to speak clearer so they understand that I fucking mean no. I pick up my phone and consider dialing him to let him have it when I remember the one in my glove box. Perfect.
I’ll call his ass on that one before I send it back to the other psycho. Looks like I’m going to have to teach a few dominant assholes a lesson and I can’t think of a more perfect way.
My bare feet hit the parking lot as I repeat Mr. D’s number in my head. I’m surprised there’s no missed calls when I pull it out and begin dialing.
Mr. D answers on the third ring. “Ms. Richards, I presume.”
“Yes. I’m calling to hear what you have to say.” I sound breathy as I take the stairs two at a time to get back to my apartment.
“Yes, I’d like to work with you on my next project. It appears you’re at the top of your industry right now, and I think we can both benefit from a collaboration.” I lock the door and glance at the clock as I walk past it. I have ten minutes to finish getting ready before my sister and her group of friends are outside.
“Look. I’m taking some time off right now…”
“This project will pay a million dollars up front, with a royalty percentage.” He shuts me up in one sentence.
“That’s a ridiculous amount of money.” I stop in mid step just inside my bedroom, shocked at what I’ve just heard.
“It’s pennies compared to the potential amount you could make if this goes well. Do I have your interest now?” He lowers his voice and chills spread over my body when I start to think about how much money I could make on this. I could easily fall into the shadows and not have to worry about anything for a while.
“I’m interested. Send me over the details and I’ll read over them.”
“We should meet over lunch and discuss everything. I’ll have my assistant text you with the details.”
“No. Have her email me.” Maybe using this phone was a mistake.
“I’m looking forward to spending time with you, Camille.” The call ends, just as my body erupts in goosebumps. He just called me Camille. Is it possible the two strange men I’m dealing with are actually one in the same?
The voices were similar now that I start to think about it, but this guy seemed lighter than the one from today. I was too focused on getting back into my apartment and then he shocked me with dollar signs before I could really comprehend the possibility. I look at his number once again and compare it to the one who called me today on this phone. Same area code, but not the same phone number.
That means nothing with the way things have gone today. I’m still holding the phone when mine vibrates in the bathroom with a text. My sister is here and she’s bringing everyone up. Shit.
She uses her key this time and I hear everyone laughing as I slip on my dress. One glance at the bottom of my feet and I regret going out to my car without shoes on. I’m standing in the tub running water on my toes when Carli busts in.
“Are you ready Cami?”
