Page 31 of Love Off Course

The thought of having someone like Camilo as mine is not as horrible as I might have once thought.

In fact, it’s really enticing.

It almost makes me forget about the guy I’ve been relentlessly pursuing since I was a legal adult.

Camilo is worse than any hurricane, because unlike the storm that’ll blow through here, he is more daunting. He has the power to wreck me, I fear. What’s even more frightening is I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face just thinking about what that might entail.

I am so screwed.

Chapter 10

Camilo

Seeing Sheridan ruffled has been amusing. But seeing Sheridan as she commands a room and makes things happen? Priceless. I’m so turned on by the way she barks out orders like we’re all on her payroll and she’s seconds from firing us all.

“Dude,” Carson says, “you have got it so bad. She’s literally telling you you’re a slacker and you’re grinning at her. You two should fuck and maybe that’ll kill some of the sexual tension that’s threatening to suffocate us all.”

Images of tearing off Sheridan’s sexy clothes, spreading her silky thighs, and driving into her are too hot for this badly ventilated restaurant. I’m seconds from ripping off my shirt, but I may not stop there and continue on my trek to this girl.

“Yo, are you a pole or are you the muscle around here? Don’t make Damian break a nail or you’ll be in deep shit,” Sheridan bellows, pointing at the giant, filled jug of water at my feet. “Pick it up, bird boy, and go.”

Bird boy?

Carson snorts and hefts up his jug so his ass doesn’t get reamed too. Damian flutters around Sheridan, petting her likeshe’s the queen and thanking her for not making him do “ick” work. I roll my eyes and pick up the jug.

“Having an attitude will get you in trouble,” Sheridan warns, her eyes narrowing at me.

“Trouble’s my middle name, Sher Bear.” I wink at her as I pass.

She sucks in a sharp breath and then I hear Damian calling for her. I frown, wondering what happened. After I deposit the jug in the back room where the cots are, I head back down the hallway to look for her. I find her in Eduardo’s office, her ear pressed to the phone as she dials. It must ring and ring, because she gives up and sets it down on the receiver. She turns on her heel and almost knocks me over when she plows blindly into me.

“Everything okay?” I ask, grabbing her hips to steady her.

“Yep.”

“Big liar.”

Her brown eyes snare mine. “Move, airplane boy.”

“And miss the way your words sting, little bee? Never.”

She challenges me with her glare, but I don’t relent. Instead, I reach up to run my fingers through her soft brown hair. Because of the heat in the restaurant, her hair isn’t sleek and straight. It’s slightly frizzy with a little body to it. I like how it looks on her.

“I can defend myself,” she threatens, swatting away my hand, “and I know how to take a man down who’s in my way.”

She gasps but doesn’t fight me when I grip her hips and push her ass up against the nearest wall. I roam my palms up her ribs and then down her back, settling them on her ass.

“What’s wrong?” I demand.

She scowls before letting out a huff. “I just wanted to talk to my dad. Happy?”

“No. Why did you want to talk to him?”

“When you called me Sher Bear like he always does, it made me think of him. I miss him.”

I understand that feeling all too well.

“If Eduardo isn’t your dad, where is yours?” she asks, a rare moment of vulnerability in her eyes.

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