Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Christ, Maurice better find out who’s threatening him before I fuck his daughter.
You can’t fuck her.
I turn on the faucets in the shower, and stripping out of my boxers, I step beneath the cold spray. I let the water cool me down before I get out and dry off with a shitty towel.
I need to get supplies. Some time away from Cami will do me good.
Pulling on my boxers, I leave the bathroom, and when I walk back into the bedroom, I keep my eyes trained on the desk where I left my clothes.
While I pull on my pants, I say, “I’m going to head into town. I think it will be safer if you stay here. We can’t risk someone recognizing you.”
I fasten my belt and reach for my shirt.
“Okay.” I hear Cami move, then she asks, “How did you sleep?”
With a hard as fuck cock, no thanks to your curvy body pressed to mine.
“Fine,” I mutter. “You?”
“Like the dead.”
I button my shirt and adjust the rolled-up sleeves before turning to face the woman who’s sneaking through my defenses and worming her way into my heart.
She’s sitting on the side of the bed, her eyes locked on me with a curious expression.
I stare at her momentarily before I put on my shoes and stalk out of the room. “I’ll be back in an hour,” I call out as I leave the cabin and head for the SUV.
I get into the vehicle, and as I start the engine, my eyes scan over the cabin. Cami’s standing in the doorway, and she gives me a wave.
I spare her a chin lift before reversing around the front of the cabin so I can steer the nose of the car toward the dirt road.
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as I put some distance between the cabin and me.
I try to clear my mind but fail as thoughts of Cami overwhelm me.
The way she held herself together last night is nothing short of impressive. Sure, I know women who are just as dangerous as me, but Cami’s not from my world.
I’d bet my left nut all her socialite friends would’ve shat themselves if they were in the same position as her.
And somehow, while all this shit is going down around her, she still smiles.
She’s one of the most reasonable people I’ve ever met. Instead of jumping to conclusions or overreacting, she’s rational.
And by God, she’s fucking sexy and beautiful.
How the fuck am I going to stop myself from falling for this woman?
Too late, fucker. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re already in deep with her.
“Christ,” I mutter, slamming my palm against the steering wheel.
Nothing can happen between us, no matter how she makes me feel or how badly I want her.
As soon as the threat has been dealt with, Cami will return to her life as a socialite, and I’ll return to my world.
But her life doesn’t make her happy. She hates being a socialite.
She won’t fit into your world. Don’t even think about it.
Plus, Maurice will lose his shit.
You can’t have Camille DuBois. Keep your head in the game, protect her until it’s all over, and walk away from her.
Chapter 16
Cami
While Max is out getting supplies, I explore every inch of the cabin. I find an old rag and a bottle of all-purpose cleaner.
“This will have to do,” I whisper as I fill the basin with water and wet the cloth.
I wipe every surface in the cabin and open the windows to air the place out. Unfortunately, it doesn’t keep me busy for long.
I don’t want to risk exploring the area around the cabin with Max not here. Also, I don’t have shoes.
Standing in the kitchen, my teeth tug at my bottom lip. My eyes land on my purse, and walking closer, I pick it up and glance inside.
I have lipgloss, a tiny mirror, my cell phone, a couple of tissues, and a bite-size chocolate bar.
“Hey, at least I have breakfast,” I chuckle as I take the chocolate out and unwrap it.
Popping it into my mouth, I pull out my cell phone and stare at the dark screen. I haven’t turned it on since Max told me to switch it off.
Not wanting to risk being traced by my phone, I leave it off and set the device down on the counter.
I glance around the small space again, and seeing Max’s duffle bag, my eyebrow lifts. I walk closer, and crouching, I unzip it. My eyes widen on the weapons, everything from all sizes of knives to guns.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “The man has enough weapons to wage a small war.”
I hear a car’s engine outside and quickly zip up the bag. Rushing to the window, I see Max pulling up in the SUV and let out a sigh of relief.
Walking to the front door, I step outside and move closer so I can help carry the bags.