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CHAPTER THREE

Was she a supermodel? Probably. Of course, Cameron was dating a supermodel.

Perhaps they were friends, a desperate part of me wondered, but there was no way that he was bringing a friend who looked like that to a fancy restaurant like this. They couldn’t be family either, since they looked nothing alike. Cameron was Caucasian, and the beautiful woman was Asian.

The woman shared a warm smile with Cameron. They were in their own little world.

I tore my eyes away, and despite trying to keep calm, my skin started to warm, which was ridiculous. He hadn't even made eye contact with me. He didn't know I was there, but I felt sick at the thought of him noticing me, greeting with a smile. Then he would falter, because with one look, he would be able to read everything on my face. He would see that for the longest time, I had a foolish infatuation with him.

“Are you okay?” Russell's voice was far away.

I blinked and met his eyes. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“You look flushed,” he said, gesturing at his own cheeks.

I pressed a hand to a burning cheek. “Would you excuse me? I need to use the ladies’.”

I rose from my chair and walked in the opposite direction of Cameron and his date, weaving around other patrons and tables until I finally entered the hallway that led to the restrooms.

“This can’t be happening,” I said after I’d hurried into the women’s bathroom. Sure, I’d harboured a crush on Cameron, but I always thought it was silly and small. I hadn’t expected my stomach to twist and churn when seeing him with another woman. It appeared that I cared about him more than I thought.

I walked over to the sink, checking my reflection in the gilded bathroom mirror. Thankfully, my cheeks were no longer red. I counted down to ten in my head, taking deep breaths, then straightened up, chin high.

You’re his boss, Alison. Why are you hiding in the bathroom? You’re allowed to be here. You’re on a date, just like he is.

I walked out of the room with a confident stride, only to run straight into a firm body. My hands flew up and grabbed hold of strong biceps as I met a pair of familiar blue eyes .

My jaw fell open, but I quickly clamped it shut.

“Hello, Alison,” Cameron said calmly, like he wasn’t surprised to see me. Had he been waiting for me?

“Hello. What are you doing here?”

“Having a meal,” he said, with a small smile, like the answer was obvious. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight.”

“Me neither,” I said. “Well, I better get back to my meeting with my…friend.”

Before I could slip past him, Cameron reached out and gently wrapped his long fingers around my upper arm, stopping me from running off again. The amusement faded away from his handsome face as he peered at me with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?” I snapped, then took a breath to calm myself. “I’m fine. I’m just having dinner with a friend. Everything is fine. Besides, it’s after hours. You don’t need to check up on me.”

Cameron frowned. “I’m not asking as an employee. I’m asking as a friend.”

My heart skipped when I felt his thumb brush against my upper arm in the softest stroke. Even the tiniest touch lit up my senses up like wildfire. It didn’t help that his eyes were pools of warmth, inviting me in and soothing me.

I almost succumbed until he spoke again.

“You could do better than him,” Cameron told me as he gestured in the direction of the dining area.

I blinked in surprise. “W-what?”

The corner of his mouth turned up. He was still touching my arm, and a shiver threatened to tremble up my spine in response. “You would have a better time with someone else. You deserve the best.”

I stared. “I’m not on a date,” I lied. “I told you. He’s a friend.”

“He wasn’t looking at you like he wants to be friends with you,” he said.

I scowled. “Even if I was on a date, that’s none of your business.” I pulled my arm from his grip and he let go. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” I told him, before returning to my table.

What was that all about? You could do better. You deserve the best.

I shook the words from my head as I sat back down with Russell.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yes, fine,” I said.

“I already took care of the check while you were gone. I figured we could change the scenery a little.”

Let me guess, he wanted to take me back to his place. Maybe mindless sex with him would take my mind off Cameron. It wasn’t like Russell was ugly, but he was a bit too obsessed with himself for me to believe that he was a giving lover .

“Actually, I think I’m going to go home for the night. Thank you for dinner,” I told him, forcing a smile.

Russell blinked at me. “You want the night to end already? Are you sure?”

“I’m tired,” I said. “I had a big day today, but…maybe another time?” I wasn’t sure if there would be another time, but I wanted to be polite.

He still looked disappointed but he mustered up a smile. We walked out of the restaurant together, and I kept my eyes forward, so they wouldn’t stray to stare at Cameron and his runway model date.

“You deserve the best,” Cameron whispered, dragging his hands up my calves, his fingertips left me shivering as they crept up over my knees and up my thighs, sliding underneath my pencil skirt.

He knelt on the carpet, but he was so tall that if he leaned forward, his face would press against my chest. I sat at my desk, and tried to maintain a dignified posture, but my legs were spread, revealing me for what I was: a wanton slut.

A shaky exhale escaped from me as Cameron kissed my inner thigh, lips impossibly warm against my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect. Legs spread just for me.”

I swallowed hard when he pulled my undergarments down, leaving my most vulnerable places completely exposed. I couldn’t breathe as he slid his hands up, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit, I gasped.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered. “You needed this.”

As he rubbed slow circles around that sensitive nub, coaxing soft moans from me, another finger slid down my slit.

“Wet already?” He looked up at me with an expression I knew far too well, amusement glinting in his eyes. He dragged his fingertip up and down, and if I strained my ears, I could hear the humiliating, slick noise.

“You’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you?” he whispered. “You’ve tried to hide it. You try to pretend I’m nothing more than a slightly irritating employee. But I know there’s nothing you want more than my big hands on you.”

With that, he thrust a single digit inside me. That, paired with his thumb, still gently massaging my clit, made me tremble in pleasure. No. I couldn’t lose control. I couldn’t surrender to Cameron. Not now, not ever.

But…it felt so good…

“You’re squeezing my finger so tight, Alison,” he said, almost playfully. Like he was teasing me. Like it was funny the way my body reacted to him.

He watched me, eyes dark — almost sinister — as he sank another finger inside. Once again, I gasped, but then let out an involuntary noise. My stomach was tightening like a coil, and I could feel myself grow wetter by the second. “Oh…” I moaned. “C-Cameron —”

“Be quiet,” he warned. “Unless you want everyone to see you.”

Everyone?

I blinked, then looked around. I was in my office, boxed in by glass walls that put this entire erotic show on display for the whole company. My heart stopped at the sight of my employees whispering to themselves as they watched me. Disappointed and disgusted expressions filled their faces, and panic surged within me. No, no, no —

My eyes snapped open with a start. My bedroom was pitch black and silent except for my heavy breathing. I was sweaty, my hair sticking to the nape of my neck, my sheets tangled in my legs. It took me a few minutes to compose myself after the nightmare — because that’s what it was, a nightmare. Definitely not a wet dream.

After a few minutes, I reached for my phone, which was charging on the nightstand. It was four in the morning — too early to get out of bed, but I didn’t want to risk returning to that dream with those blue eyes looking up at me. He’d been wearing a suit, kneeling on the floor with his fingers —

I shifted my legs uncomfortably, and that’s when I noticed it. To make sure, I reached down and touched the fabric of my underwear. Wet.

Fuck. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face with it, muffling a groan.