fortune."
"But the weather dahling! The weather!"
He held his hand to his forehead dramatically. I laughed.
"Go to Miami at least. I don't know what you do to keep from going mad with boredom."
Phillipe gave me a flirtatious look.
"Well, I can tell you. Or maybe your caveman will show you himself."
I was laughing as the maid came into the room with a freshly pressed dress. I was already wearing my jeweled sandals. I'd had my nails and a pedi done earlier today as well.
"Is this the dress you'd like for tonight ma'am?"
"Yes- I'm sorry, what is your name again?"
"Annie ma'am."
"Please Annie, call me Camille."
"Yes ma'am."
I bit my tongue, ignoring Phillipe's chuckle. I slipped out of my robe and stood in my thong and bralette. Annie stood behind me as I lifted my arms over my head. The silk floated down over my skin, feeling like a caress. It was a dark turquoise that gleamed against my skin. I put on a heavy gold choker and dangling earrings.
I turned in a circle, surveying the effect. I'd deliberately worn underthings tonight, though normally I would go without in the Florida heat. I needed as much armor as possible between me and Mr. Wandering Hands.
"Perfecto! You will have this caveman eating out of the palm of your hand."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chapter Eleven
Cade
"Where are we going?"
I grinned at the beauty standing in the hotel lobby. She knocked my socks off. Just by showing up. Never mind that she looked like an ice cold glass of water on a hot day.
Though I'd never really had a doubt that she would.
"We're staying in."
"What?"
I took her elbow and guided her towards the elevators. I was a man, dammit. I didn't need to discuss every detail. I told her it was handled. End of story.
"Don't worry about a thing. It's all been taken care of."
She waited silently for the elevator but I could tell she was nervous. I probably would never admit it but I was a little nervous too. Being alone with Camille Rivers was always an adventure. I might end up shouting or kissing her. Or fucking. Or getting slapped.
There was no way to know what might happen.
I wanted this to go smooth and by the numbers.
1. get her up to my room
2. wine and dine her
3. break the bed
I pressed the button for my floor and leaned against the wall, watching her. She was staring up at the floor numbers. She looked so sweet and young and pretty standing there. Innocent even. I smirked. I knew that was a stretch.
Gorgeous rich girls like her were born knowing what they had and how to use it.
Camille was born to be worshipped.
By me. Tonight.
The elevator stopped and I guided her down the hallway. I used the key card to open the door and ushered her into my suite. If it were anyone else I would expect her to comment on the decor. It was a fancy ass hotel after all.
But in this case, her old man was the one paying for it.
Just inside the door she hesitated. The raw honesty in her voice nearly threw me off guard. But I was determined.
"Cade- I'm not sure this is a good idea."
I leaned over her neck and whispered in her ear. I only felt a tiny bit guilty about lying to her. I did plan on biting.
"Don't worry. I won't bite."
She swallowed and I turned her to face me. This time I did tell the truth. I wasn't going to hurt her or scare her. That wasn't my objective.
I wanted her purring and safe and happy.
"I'm not going to do anything you don't want Camille."
Her eyes were serious as she stared into mine. I realized in that moment that she'd been hurt before. I hated knowing that. It made me want to go out and punch every guy who'd hurt her in the face. A wave of fierce protectiveness washed over me.
At that moment I would have promised her anything.
Except that I would stay away. That I would keep my hands off her. Tonight or any other night.
That I would not promise her.
I could not promise her.
Because I was more than just lusting after this girl. I was fucking smitten. A heavy feeling settled in my
"But the weather dahling! The weather!"
He held his hand to his forehead dramatically. I laughed.
"Go to Miami at least. I don't know what you do to keep from going mad with boredom."
Phillipe gave me a flirtatious look.
"Well, I can tell you. Or maybe your caveman will show you himself."
I was laughing as the maid came into the room with a freshly pressed dress. I was already wearing my jeweled sandals. I'd had my nails and a pedi done earlier today as well.
"Is this the dress you'd like for tonight ma'am?"
"Yes- I'm sorry, what is your name again?"
"Annie ma'am."
"Please Annie, call me Camille."
"Yes ma'am."
I bit my tongue, ignoring Phillipe's chuckle. I slipped out of my robe and stood in my thong and bralette. Annie stood behind me as I lifted my arms over my head. The silk floated down over my skin, feeling like a caress. It was a dark turquoise that gleamed against my skin. I put on a heavy gold choker and dangling earrings.
I turned in a circle, surveying the effect. I'd deliberately worn underthings tonight, though normally I would go without in the Florida heat. I needed as much armor as possible between me and Mr. Wandering Hands.
"Perfecto! You will have this caveman eating out of the palm of your hand."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chapter Eleven
Cade
"Where are we going?"
I grinned at the beauty standing in the hotel lobby. She knocked my socks off. Just by showing up. Never mind that she looked like an ice cold glass of water on a hot day.
Though I'd never really had a doubt that she would.
"We're staying in."
"What?"
I took her elbow and guided her towards the elevators. I was a man, dammit. I didn't need to discuss every detail. I told her it was handled. End of story.
"Don't worry about a thing. It's all been taken care of."
She waited silently for the elevator but I could tell she was nervous. I probably would never admit it but I was a little nervous too. Being alone with Camille Rivers was always an adventure. I might end up shouting or kissing her. Or fucking. Or getting slapped.
There was no way to know what might happen.
I wanted this to go smooth and by the numbers.
1. get her up to my room
2. wine and dine her
3. break the bed
I pressed the button for my floor and leaned against the wall, watching her. She was staring up at the floor numbers. She looked so sweet and young and pretty standing there. Innocent even. I smirked. I knew that was a stretch.
Gorgeous rich girls like her were born knowing what they had and how to use it.
Camille was born to be worshipped.
By me. Tonight.
The elevator stopped and I guided her down the hallway. I used the key card to open the door and ushered her into my suite. If it were anyone else I would expect her to comment on the decor. It was a fancy ass hotel after all.
But in this case, her old man was the one paying for it.
Just inside the door she hesitated. The raw honesty in her voice nearly threw me off guard. But I was determined.
"Cade- I'm not sure this is a good idea."
I leaned over her neck and whispered in her ear. I only felt a tiny bit guilty about lying to her. I did plan on biting.
"Don't worry. I won't bite."
She swallowed and I turned her to face me. This time I did tell the truth. I wasn't going to hurt her or scare her. That wasn't my objective.
I wanted her purring and safe and happy.
"I'm not going to do anything you don't want Camille."
Her eyes were serious as she stared into mine. I realized in that moment that she'd been hurt before. I hated knowing that. It made me want to go out and punch every guy who'd hurt her in the face. A wave of fierce protectiveness washed over me.
At that moment I would have promised her anything.
Except that I would stay away. That I would keep my hands off her. Tonight or any other night.
That I would not promise her.
I could not promise her.
Because I was more than just lusting after this girl. I was fucking smitten. A heavy feeling settled in my
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