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She’s wearing a black dress that barely covers her ass. The black high heels make her legs look fucking long and defined.
As she comes down the stairs, I see how low her neckline is, exposing a way too generous amount of cleavage.
Camille approaches me and lifts her head. The sight of the smoky eyeshadow making the green of her eyes pop and the red lipstick around her full lips have my dick hardening.
She looks like porn in heels.
Christ, the men are going to flock to her in droves.
Her choppy bob leaves her slender neck exposed, and an image of marking her skin with my teeth flashes through my mind.
No.
Hell no.
You’re not going to walk around with a hard-on for this woman.
This is strictly business.
“Ready?” I ask, my tone harsher than usual.
There’s a flash of disappointment on her face before she nods.
When the elevator opens, I wait for her to enter before joining her. The doors slide shut, and the subtle scent of her perfume fills the air around me.
She smells fresh, like a crisp green apple.
Fuck, I’m never going to look the same at a green apple again.
“Wait until I tell you it’s safe to leave the elevator,” I order.
There’s no reply from Camille which I have to admit is starting to annoy the fuck out of me.
When the door opens in the parking area, I step out first and make sure it’s clear before muttering, “Come.”
“I’m not a dog,” she mumbles under her breath.
Walking to the car, I say, “Give me the keys. You’re not driving.”
Camille digs the vehicle’s keys out of her purse, and for a moment, it looks like she’s going to throw them at me, but then she changes her mind and holds them up in the air, the keyring dangling from her pointer finger.
My eyes lock with hers as I take the keys.
“I would appreciate it if you were less robotic and more human around my friends. The last thing I need is you offending one of them.”
I shake my head. “This is as human as I get.”
She shakes her head and lets out a sigh before climbing into the passenger side of the Bugatti.
When I slide behind the steering wheel, she mutters, “Would it kill you to smile once in a while?”
Before I can stop the words, I reply, “It’s not my job to smile.”
“Right,” she sighs.
Honestly, I can’t remember when I last smiled. Maybe when I talk to Nikolai?
I start the car and check that Camille has her safety belt on before I place my hand on the back of her headrest and reverse out of the parking.
