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IVAN

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The entire journey with Camilla by my side was torture. Not because she was a bad traveling partner, but because for more than half of the journey, I wanted to reach out and touch her in ways only I could imagine.

And that was the reason why I opted to stay in my room when she wanted to stay in the lounge. There was no way I could be in the same space with her for more than thirty minutes without wanting to tear her dress to shreds and take her there and then, right in the lounge.

We landed in Napa after two hours, which was fair, seeing as it was a night journey and the pilot had to be very careful.

From the airport, we were picked up by a limousine and driven to the hotel where we would be staying. The five-star hotel was fully paid for by Trofin, so we did not need to bother.

I only checked our names on the guest list, before I was given the key to our room.

Yes, that was the problem.

Vladimir Trofin, God bless his old age, did not think that I would want to sleep in