Page 40 of Effortless

August grinned, but stayed quiet.

The growl of an engine outside the Brooklyn salon took Camilla’s attention away from the conversation. For the moment, she was grateful.

Then, the car with the sexy noise came into a view. A black and red Bugatti supercar with silver accents pulled up to the curb directly in front of the salon’s bay windows. Camilla’s gaze widened at the sight of the beautiful piece of machine.

Next to a good fuck, Camilla liked fast cars.

Liked them a lot.

Just the sleek lines and sharp body of the Bugatti was enough to make her wet between her thighs.

And then he stepped out of the driver’s side.

Tommaso.

Camilla’s heartbeat raced, and thumped hard in her throat. She hadn’t even realized that she was standing from the chair until she was at the front door.

“Is that him?” she heard Chilla ask behind her.

“Fits the description,” August said.

“My God, isn’t he something to look at.”

“Right? She needs to get a picture of that just to keep,” someone else said.

“Cami girl’s about to get happier, ain’t she?” Chilla asked.

“Jesus, you have no idea how much I hope so,” August said.

Camilla wasn’t paying them any mind. She stepped out into the cool, late September air, and tightened the bomber jacket around her neck to keep the breeze out. Tommaso leaned against the passenger side of the Bugatti with the kind of grin that could melt her fucking panties off … if she didn’t throw them at him first.

She realized in that moment she had not given Tommaso enough credit when she described him to August. His fit, lean form looked damn good wearing a black suit, and looking like he was ready for some black-tie event. His gaze lifted from the ground to her as she stepped out on the curb. All it took was him swiping his thumb along his bottom lip, and Camilla swore between him and the car, her panties were done for.

At least she had gotten the all man part about Tommaso right when she filled August in.

“Don’t lean against that car,” Camilla admonished him.

Tommaso chuckled. “What, why? Do you know how much money I paid to switch my rental for this? And all for one single day, too. Well, I only get to drive it for one day.”

She didn’t understand what he was talking about, but it didn’t much matter, either.

He gestured at her hair. “The pink is new. I like it.”

“I change it up often.”

“How often?”

“Often enough that I don’t know what my natural color is anymore.”

Tommaso laughed loud and hard, and fuck him for looking that good while doing it, too.

“How did you know I was here?” Camilla asked.

His gaze darted to the salon behind her. “You do know there’s like fifteen people in the window watching us, right?”

She looked over her shoulder.

He was right.