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And the sentence he said to me was confirmation of my suspicions:
“Camila, I really need a favor from you.”
I knew it!
Knew it, knew it!
I. Freaking. Knew. It!
Sexual favors, of course. Who did he think he was to talk to a woman like that?
I took a breath to answer him in a not very polite way, but before I could say anything, he added:
“We got engaged a few nights ago. And I need us to follow through on that commitment.”
But what the hell was happening?
Was my boss serious about the drunken prank we did a few days earlier?
He wanted... us to beengaged?
Chapter Eight
MICHAEL
I knew very well that my request was not the most conventional. Especially for me, in fact.
I had never in my life imagined myself proposing to a woman, and even if I did, it wouldn't be with someone I barely knew and whose most intimate contact had been a ridiculous little dance in an elevator, as well as a few kisses and wandering hands. Nothing more than that.
But still, I expected her to have some reaction.
Any reaction.
But she simply didn't react at all. She just seemed to freeze, staring at me. She didn't even blink.
“Did you hear what I said?” I tried.
She finally blinked a few times, as if processing those words. Until, finally, she said something, pointing her index finger at me in fury.
“I knew it! This whole story about taking the promotion away from Smith and giving it to me, I knew there would be blackmail in return.”
What? Who did that woman think I was?
Well... she might have thought I was like my father. It was the kind of 'exchange' he used to do frequently with his female employees: promotions and salary increases in exchange for sexual favors.
I wasn't like my father, though. But she couldn't have known that. So, I tried to stay calm as I explained, “There is no blackmail. Nothing will change my decision; the position is yours.”
“And why did you do that, then?”
“Because he stole your work. I just did what was right.”
“And you believed that so easily, just from the little you heard of my discussion with him?”
“Not just because of that. We talked about it Friday night, remember? Right after I joined you at the bar.”
She rolled her eyes, seeming to force her mind to remember that conversation. And I guess it worked, because a look of dread settled over her face.
“Didn't I happen to call you...”
