Page 26 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Why not?”

“Because I’m with Jordan.”

His touch turned a little bit less tender before he slid his fingers to my neck. “I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

Bastard.

His eyes locked on his fingers that softly traced my neck. I doubted he even knew what he was doing, as it probably came as naturally to him as breathing. My heart rate picked up, and I had to take in a few breaths before I could speak.

“Can I pick the restaurant?”

A soft smile pulled on his full lips. “Wherever you want, kitten.”

Ignoring how that nickname made my whole body fuzzy and my knees weak, I forced a shy smile.

“Then I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Of course.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. “I still can’t get over how sexy you are,” he said in a low drawl that went straight to my cock.

This is too much. If I wanted him to pay, I would have to block the way my body reacted to him.

Clearing my throat, I looked aside. Camilo got the message because he stepped back, picked his hat up from the floor, and walked toward the door.

“So let me know where we’ll eat.”

“Will do,” I promised him while trying to sound convincing.

He looked so damn smitten with himself right before he left my office that I couldn’t help but smirk. Smile while you still can, fucker. With him gone, I went to check the contents of the bag he brought with him. To be honest, it was late, and I was starving. “What the hell?” I hissed after I opened the bag to see it was filled with dozens of cans. Taking one out of the bag, I read the label, my brows furrowing as I did. “Why the fuck would he buy me Deluxe Cat food?” I grimaced, then noticed there was also a note. Putting the can aside, I picked up the note, my face heating up with fury as I read it:

Only the best for my kitten.

XO XO,

Camilo.

Shay-Lee

I checked myself over in the mirror one last time before I was ready to go. My hair was pulled back so it wouldn’t get into my eyes, while the rest sat loosely over my shoulders. I picked a dark gray suit with an open black blouse underneath that showed most of my chest and the body chain I had on. Embedded with diamonds, the expensive jewelry was made from thin chains wrapped around my neck and chest. I looked sexy as fuck, and I knew it. After all, Camilo would need something to drool over tonight, as I doubted my choice of a restaurant would give him much of an appetite.

I picked up my wallet from the counter and was ready to leave when the door to the house opened and Jordan walked in. He was dressed in his workout clothes, which made sense because he’d just come back from his boxing gym. Jordan was hooked on that sport. Whenever he wasn’t at school, he was there, sweating his ass off, although—

“You’re back late,” I said while putting on my watch, which I’d nearly forgotten about.

“I sat down with Dylan for a coffee after the practice.”

“Dylan?” I asked while he placed his bag on the floor and came to check me out. “Lately, you two have been meeting all the time.”

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me close until we were pressed to each other. “We just talk about stuff,” he chuckled, then bit his full bottom lip. “But if I knew you’d be here dressed like this, I would have ditched him.”

I kissed his cheek. “Nah. I’m glad you’ve made a new friend.” Dylan was a guy Jordan worked out with. They met a couple of weeks ago and seemed to be getting along.

“When will I get to meet him?” I patted his chest, then walked back so the scent of his sweat wouldn’t mix with my cologne.

“He’s almost always working, so how about you join us in the gym sometime?”

I snorted while checking myself in the mirror one last time, just in case. “As if. Boxing is so boring.” I brushed a hand over my right brow, then checked my hair. Maybe I should pull it into a bun? After all, Camilo said it was sexy. My heart stopped, and I jerked up. Did I want to look sexy for Camilo or because I wanted to annoy him?

“Not as much as yoga,” Jordan said, pulling me out of my thoughts.