Cameron paused at the entrance when he saw her. There she was, standing in his living room and staring at an abstract painting hanging on the large wall, her back to him. “I didn’t believe it when they told me you were here.” There was no denying the annoyance in his voice.
Hadley spun around, a small smile on her lips. “Is it such a surprise that I am?” She closed the distance between them. “I thought occasional visits are expected of partners, people in love…”He had a blank expression as he plopped down on the sofa. “Why are you here?”“I think you know why I’m here…”He held her gaze. Those innocent-looking brown eyes were anything but innocent. There was something about Hadley that had his guard up, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Whether it was the perfect smile that was permanently on her face or those eyes that were clearly masking a deeper emotion. “Hadley…”“Cameron, you went on to have a child by an ordinary girl…” ThereScarlett peered out of the window as the tall iron gates opened up as she approached. There was security at the entrance. "I'm Scarlett Knowles, Mr. Gray...""Mr. Grayson is expecting you," the man responded with a smile.She felt her heart racing; he was expecting her. The thought made her insides churn. She drove past the massive water fountain at the center of the compound, surrounded by nature, a flower garden, and a greenhouse.She drove a distance before the large mansion came into view. It was a mansion with a large garage and outbuildings with extensive landscaping lights.From what she could make out, the grounds were expansive, with woods circling the building. It was private and exclusive, a perfect place to relax in. She cleared her throat as thoughts of her and Cameron locked inside, alone in this house filled her mind. She couldn’t think of things like that; she was here for Levi. It had been a long week without him.When Ca
The day he asked her to come over to his house, the thought had been conceived out of a naughty plan in his mind. There were many things he was unsure of about Scarlett, but one thing was certain: his desire for her. He couldn’t understand why it burned so brightly, but he knew he would do anything to get her in his bed again.He knew the moment she walked in, he had prepped everyone for it. Stayed up all night thinking about her, watched her drive in, and even smiled in amusement when she got out of her car and took a moment to look around.Everything he had done, everything he planned to do was with one intent and purpose: to get her into his bed. He was rock hard in his pants. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t wearing any figure-flattering dresses. It didn’t matter that her cleavage was hidden away under the brown sweater she had on, that he so badly wanted to slip his hands under. Heck, he was crazy for her even in those baggy jeans, and he couldn’t understand w
She glanced at his bare chest as they walked side by side. It was really hard to sit through breakfast with him sitting close, his upper body unclad, not to mention all the sexual innuendos he was dropping and his intense gaze. She barely made it through.So when he said he was going to show her around, she thought he would at least put on a shirt over those strong arms, cover up those rock-hard abs and muscles. Look away, Scarlett! She pulled her gaze away and resumed listening.“This is the living room,” he gestured around. “You can tell, nothing much happens here. I rarely use this part of the house.”“How long have you lived here?” She asked.He thought about it. “Ten years, since I left home. Of course, I’ve had it remodeled over the years, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave...” He paused. “The house is to me like the bat cave is to Batman,” he said with a chuckle.She chuckled at the reference.He extended a hand to her.
Lucious sauntered into Cameron’s office. He was momentarily stunned to see Scarlett there, but he didn’t let it show on his face. “Mr. Grayson, you have that interview slated for..." he peeked st his watch, "4 p.m. this evening, which is approximately two hours from now. The studio is downtown, so you might want to leave now.” Cameron groaned. Lucious had a wide smile on his face. “Do it again,” he wanted to say, but he stopped himself just in time. “Normally, I would go on a rant and complain about the interview and ask why you didn’t tell me beforehand. But then usually, you would have a ready explanation of the date and time you told me about the interview and how I readily agreed to it.” Lucious’s smile deepened. “Accurate as always, Mr. Grayson.” He walked up to the chair across from Cameron and plopped down on it, crossing his legs. He exhaled. “So, what’s this interview for? Don’t tell me it's about another shirtless magazine cover.” Scarlett swallowed. There were many of
Scarlett’s eyes widened in surprise when the elevator doors opened, maybe more shock than surprise because there was nothing strange about Tess in the elevator. Cameron was just about to enter. Also, it wasn’t that much of a shock that Anika had tagged along. “Hello, Mr. Grayson,” they greeted in unison. Scarlett shut her eyes and massaged her temples. Anika could not hide the excitement in her voice. “Hello,” Cameron greeted and nodded in their direction. “Hello, Scarlett!” She smiled at them, “Tess, Anika, lovely day, isn’t it?” Tess stared at her in amusement. Scarlett cursed silently when Cameron glanced at her. Lovely day, isn’t it? Who did she think she was? The British royal family? Maybe she should take it up a notch and ask them about the weather? What next? Howdy? She stood erect, slightly behind Cameron. She was carrying his briefcase and the tab in her hand. Cameron, on the other hand, had his hands in his pockets as he stared ahead, oblivious to the giggling
“How do I look?” he asked as he walked up to her. She bit her lower lip as her gaze traveled up and down. What was she going to answer to that? That he looked as hot as he always did? So hot that she was bothered, so hot that she could feel her core throb in reaction, her nipples poking through her dress. She tucked her hair behind her ear and exhaled, “Smart as always…” He closed the distance between them, a small smirk crept up on his lips, he leaned forward and lightly brushed his fingers against her face. She sucked in a breath, “You say that, yet you’re eye-fucking me in public?” “What! No!” Her cheeks reddened. His smirk deepened, “Don’t hold back, Scarr. I’m counting on you not to…” “Mr. Grayson!” They turned around to see a middle-aged man with dark hair cropped short, dressed in a navy blue suit walking towards them. He had a pleasant smile on his face, “We are ready for you…” He announced, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “Give me a minute,” Cameron r
“Mr. Grayson, shall we continue?” Mr. Smith asked, putting an end to his pleasant daydreaming.“Ye...Yes, of course.”Mr. Smith flashed a wide smile, interviewing Cameron would see his career flying off the charts; he couldn’t miss it. “Pay no heed to the prompter if you don’t like the answers.”He nodded. He wasn’t going to look at the prompter, but that didn’t mean his eyes wouldn’t wander to the sexy woman standing across from him.Scarlett tried to stand impossibly still. Maybe if she wasn’t moving too much or doing too much, Cameron would not be ogling her like she was chocolate chip ice cream. She had lost count of the number of food metaphors she had used to describe herself because of Cameron’s intense staring.A small smirk crept on his lips when he saw she was standing still, her hands behind her back. Not even that strict teacher pose could do anything to quell the desire and hunger he felt for her. Heck, she could be squatting
Scarlett’s whole frame turned rigid. She sat unmoving and stared straight ahead as he got into the car from the other side. It was hard to wrap her head around it; she had just kissed Cameron, full on the lips, quite reminiscent of their first night together in Paris. She had resisted his advances when every part of her was in disagreement, and now, in one slight moment of weakness, in an unexpected place, she had given in to his kisses and enjoyed it. Every bit of it. She had rubbed onto his crotch like a crazy sex maniac. Maybe she was. Who wouldn’t be?Cameron bit down on his lower lip as he got into the car, a grin forming on his lips. It was beyond anything he had imagined. Every imagination he had to the build-up of this moment paled in comparison to having her lush in his arms, her lips pressed against his, a thigh resting on his hips. He gawked at her, amusement on his face. He enjoyed it. The tiniest regret he had was that they were in public and that he hadn’t tak