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about, and as of Wednesday morning his head of security has gone missing as well."
Now it's my turn to take a deep breath. Something is weird and out of sorts about this. Just as I start to mull this over, I hear another knock at the door. That's weird, who can it be now?
"I think she wants it on the table," says a now-familiar male voice. I poke my head out into the sitting room to see a waiter enter my suite, followed closely by Tristan. My jaw hits the floor with a thud. Bloody hell.
"Cami! Cami, can you hear me?"
"What? No, I didn't hear you. Sorry, there seems to be some confusion over my room service."
"Cameron, Tristan Michaels is missing. No one can find him, and he is due in New York in two weeks to do some post-production work for his last movie, Conjure ."
I bite my lip to stop myself from busting into a fit of giggles. At least it's nice to know I was right, even though Trinity doesn't seem to have noticed. And I know exactly where Tristan is: he's standing across the sitting area from me, appraising my legs, my hips, my breasts. Yeah, definitely lingering on my breasts. Finally his eyes meet mine.
I could solve this problem right here and now, but I'm fiendishly enjoying Trinity's discomfort. "If he's not due for two weeks, why are you completely freaking out right this minute?"
"Because, Cami, that's my job. It is my responsibility to know where my clients are at all times, and at this point I have no way to reach him. I tried to get ahold of his head of security, but I can't reach him, either." The panic in her voice is evident, on the verge of crawling through the phone.
"And what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Tell me that I'm not going crazy, that he's just off on some remote island somewhere with some beautiful woman. Tell me that he will show up in New York in two weeks. I don't know."
I'm biting my lip harder because I want to ease her guilt about his disappearance, but at the same time, Tristan's reasons for being on this island – away from Trinity – are his business, and he needs to decide when to tell her where he is and why he's here.
"Listen, Trinity. I'm sure that wherever Tristan is hiding is for his own benefit. I would imagine that if there is a problem, you will be the first to know. Maybe his fight with his girlfriend has him upset and desperate to get away. Whatever the reason, when the time is right for you to know, I'm sure you will."
Taking a deep breath, I watch as Tristan's face goes through a flood of emotions, finally landing on awe.
"All right, Cami, I will calm down. If you hear anything, will you let me know?"
I chuckle. "Not likely, but keep me posted if he pops up. If you're really concerned about his safety, why don't you get in touch with someone that knows his head of security? Find out if they've heard from him and go from there."
"All right, I can do that. Thanks, Cami."
I'm too busy watching Tristan to answer Trinity. He is standing near the dinning room table with his nearly six-foot, four-inch, muscle-toned, slightly tanned, sexy-as-hell, tattooed body. He's wearing a black muscle shirt and swim trunks that cling to his body in a way that leaves little to the imagination. I can see the tail of his dragon tattoo on his leg, and I remember what he looked like last night shirtless on the beach. Desire, hot and rapid, starts to pool deep down inside. I get a sudden idea.
"Why don't you send me all of his contact information – address, phone and email – and I will try myself to see if I can reach him," I say to Trinity.
"All right, Cami. Will do." Trinity sounds a little surprised that I offered to help. "I'll keep you posted if I hear anything further. Call me if you hear back from him?"
"Thank you, hon. Will do. ‘Bye." I hit the end button without waiting to hear her goodbye.
The waiter is finished setting up my food on the table and is waiting for me. I walk toward him, grabbing a twenty along the way. But before
Now it's my turn to take a deep breath. Something is weird and out of sorts about this. Just as I start to mull this over, I hear another knock at the door. That's weird, who can it be now?
"I think she wants it on the table," says a now-familiar male voice. I poke my head out into the sitting room to see a waiter enter my suite, followed closely by Tristan. My jaw hits the floor with a thud. Bloody hell.
"Cami! Cami, can you hear me?"
"What? No, I didn't hear you. Sorry, there seems to be some confusion over my room service."
"Cameron, Tristan Michaels is missing. No one can find him, and he is due in New York in two weeks to do some post-production work for his last movie, Conjure ."
I bite my lip to stop myself from busting into a fit of giggles. At least it's nice to know I was right, even though Trinity doesn't seem to have noticed. And I know exactly where Tristan is: he's standing across the sitting area from me, appraising my legs, my hips, my breasts. Yeah, definitely lingering on my breasts. Finally his eyes meet mine.
I could solve this problem right here and now, but I'm fiendishly enjoying Trinity's discomfort. "If he's not due for two weeks, why are you completely freaking out right this minute?"
"Because, Cami, that's my job. It is my responsibility to know where my clients are at all times, and at this point I have no way to reach him. I tried to get ahold of his head of security, but I can't reach him, either." The panic in her voice is evident, on the verge of crawling through the phone.
"And what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Tell me that I'm not going crazy, that he's just off on some remote island somewhere with some beautiful woman. Tell me that he will show up in New York in two weeks. I don't know."
I'm biting my lip harder because I want to ease her guilt about his disappearance, but at the same time, Tristan's reasons for being on this island – away from Trinity – are his business, and he needs to decide when to tell her where he is and why he's here.
"Listen, Trinity. I'm sure that wherever Tristan is hiding is for his own benefit. I would imagine that if there is a problem, you will be the first to know. Maybe his fight with his girlfriend has him upset and desperate to get away. Whatever the reason, when the time is right for you to know, I'm sure you will."
Taking a deep breath, I watch as Tristan's face goes through a flood of emotions, finally landing on awe.
"All right, Cami, I will calm down. If you hear anything, will you let me know?"
I chuckle. "Not likely, but keep me posted if he pops up. If you're really concerned about his safety, why don't you get in touch with someone that knows his head of security? Find out if they've heard from him and go from there."
"All right, I can do that. Thanks, Cami."
I'm too busy watching Tristan to answer Trinity. He is standing near the dinning room table with his nearly six-foot, four-inch, muscle-toned, slightly tanned, sexy-as-hell, tattooed body. He's wearing a black muscle shirt and swim trunks that cling to his body in a way that leaves little to the imagination. I can see the tail of his dragon tattoo on his leg, and I remember what he looked like last night shirtless on the beach. Desire, hot and rapid, starts to pool deep down inside. I get a sudden idea.
"Why don't you send me all of his contact information – address, phone and email – and I will try myself to see if I can reach him," I say to Trinity.
"All right, Cami. Will do." Trinity sounds a little surprised that I offered to help. "I'll keep you posted if I hear anything further. Call me if you hear back from him?"
"Thank you, hon. Will do. ‘Bye." I hit the end button without waiting to hear her goodbye.
The waiter is finished setting up my food on the table and is waiting for me. I walk toward him, grabbing a twenty along the way. But before
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