"You're staying at mine tonight" Cameron says as I hop into my car.

"And who decided that?"

"I hate sharing you with your brother and his girlfriend"

"I can ask Bas and Brooke to go to her place"

"I'm not negotiating with you Genevieve. John will drive you to my place at seven."

I slam my car door rolling my eyes at him. He hops on his bike and I watch drive away. We have been 'seeing' each other for roughly three weeks. I still don't know what I am to him other than an object of lust. No matter how hard I try to keep our 'what-ever-it-is' away from work I'm still bombarded by his kisses and touches. It is torture. Ok not actual torture but he is making it very hard to maintain my dignity.

I get home and wave to John who is not so subtly parked on the curb outside my building. I run upstairs through shower and change. I barrel through the front door and find Bas and Brooke going at it on the couch. Ok so maybe this is what Cameron was talking about.

"Ah don't mind me" I say running passed them with my hand covering my eyes. I grab clothes and my phone and head to the bathroom. I look at the time and it is only five-thirty. I wonder if he would mind if I'm early. I don't feel like third wheeling.

I hop in the shower instead of waiting for his reply. When I get out I see a message waiting for me.

😉

Since when does he use emojis. I think about looking sexy but decide for casual. I want him to like me not just my body. I slip on my black lace underwear set and pull on my skinny jeans. On top I throw on my UCLA Berkeley sweatshirt. Go Bears.

I leave my crazy ringlets out to dry naturally knowing to well that they will frizz out soon enough and apply a light layer of makeup. I walk out of the bathroom and notice Bas and Brooke have moved to the kitchen. Cooking dinner together. Cute.

I grab my handbag shoving my phone inside but stop when a thought crosses my mind. He said 'you're staying at mine tonight' does he mean staying the night?

I pull out my phone and quickly write another message.

I go weak at the knees just reading his message. I'm kidding myself if I think I have an control in this relationship. Try Honey! Be strong.

...

John pulls up outside possibly the biggest house I have ever seen. The house is three storeys with four large pillars out the front. It has one of those circular driveway drop off areas like a hotel. A hotel that is exactly what this is. His own personal hotel. I knew Cameron what be rich but this is ridiculous.

"Have a good night Ma'am"

"Thank you John, I've told you so many times please call me Honey"

"I think Mr Cunningham would shoot me himself if I did that"

I laugh. "You are probably right. I guess you are free tonight. Goodnight John."

"Goodnight Miss Reynolds"

I step out of the car pulling my bag with me. I had to borrow Bas's gym bag which smells disgusting because I don't have any sort of overnight bag. Note to self: go shopping. Before I even have a chance to ring the doorbell the door is opened. An older lady I'd say mid fifties stares back at me.

"Miss Reynolds I assume?" She asks with her strong British accent.

"Please call me Honey"

"It is nice to meet you dear. I'm Paulette. Master Cameron has been expecting you"

"Master Cameron" I scoff and she smiles at me.

"Not one for formalities miss?"

"Not exactly. Have you worked for Cameron long?"

"All his life. I worked for his parents but when he got his own house he asked me to come with him and I did. He is hard to say no to"

"Mmm" I nod knowingly.

We enter what I'm assuming is a lounge room but looks like a jazz bar. Cameron is sitting on one of the lounge chairs with a cigar and the paper. Ha! Old man!

Paulette clears her throat gaining his attention. "Miss Reynolds is here sir" Cameron looks up and smiles, a genuine smile.

"Thank you Paulette. We will have dinner in about an hour. Would you take her bag to my room?"

"Certainly sir" Paulette holds her hand out for my bag but I hold onto it tightly.

"No Paulette it is fine thank you"

"Give her the bag Genevieve" he orders the way he says my name it is like he is scolding me.

"I can take it myself Cameron."

Cameron sighs putting down his cigar and paper he stands and works over to me. He towers over me. The scowl on his face is quite intimidating but I managed to keep my shoulders tall.

"That will be all Paulette" he snaps not taking his eyes off me.

"Very well sir" Paulette leaves the room and we are left staring at one another.

"You are very rude Cameron"

"She works for me Genevieve it is her job to do as I ask."

"I work for you" I state.

"And yet you never do as I ask"

"It is a simple task Cameron if you show me the way I can take my bag myself"

Cameron wraps his arms around my waist. I feel his breath against my neck and he nips at my earlobe.

"If you wanted to see my bedroom Genevieve" his voice comes out a low growl, "all you had to do was ask."

😉