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You’re an asshole, Maxim.
I walk to her pantry and grab a packet of chips and a chocolate bar before taking a soda from the fridge. With Camille’s snacks in my hands, I meet her in the living room.
I set the snacks down on the couch where she will sit and take the tumbler of whiskey from her.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispers as she makes herself comfortable on the couch.
Just as I take a seat on the armchair, she asks, “Don’t you want to change into something more comfortable than a suit?”
I shake my head, and when she folds her legs beneath her, I quickly look at the TV so I don’t stare at her bare legs.
“Are you okay with a comedy?” she asks.
I nod and take a sip of the whiskey. The liquid burns down my throat, and it feels totally out of my character to sit in front of a TV.
I can’t remember the last movie I watched.
I think it was while I attended school.
Camille picks something calledThe Hitman’s Bodyguard, and I almost let out a chuckle.
If only she knew the irony of that title.
Four minutes into the movie, a burst of laughter escapes me when the bodyguard’s charge is assassinated. It’s not because of the killing but due toRyan Reynold’sfacial expression.
I might not watch much TV, but I know who’s who in the entertainment world. It’s not like I live under a rock.
I feel Camille’s eyes on me but keep my attention on the movie.
I find myself relaxing, and every couple of minutes, I chuckle.
“See, I could’ve been worse,” Camille says, her tone light and playful.
Without thinking, I tease, “If you give me half the shit this poor guy has to endure, I might kill you myself.”
She laughs as if I just told her the biggest joke, and my eyes flick to her. Seeing her comfortable on the couch with her snacks, something warm trickles into my chest.
This woman is so easy to please.
We watch the movie, and I have to admit, I enjoy the sarcastic humor more than I thought I would. Then again, it might be funnier for me because of my work.
When the credits start rolling, I’m actually disappointed.
As if Camille can read my mind, she says, “There’s a sequel.” When my gaze rests on her for too long, she adds, “Unless you’d rather go to bed.”
I shake my head. “I’ll watch the sequel on one condition.”
A curious expression fills her eyes. “What?”
“Tomorrow, you make some time to go out and take photographs.”
Surprise flickers over her face, then she nods. “Okaaay? That’s not what I expected to hear.”
“What did you expect?”
She lets out a chuckle. “You telling me to never break one of your rules.”
