Page 33 of Building Romance
“Oh, God! Get it away!” she screeches as she tries to crawl anywhere, which ends up being on the counter of the sink.
I groan in frustration at her reaction. I take the spider to the small balcony off her room and let it go into some ivy that’s growing along the bricks.
“There you go. Wouldn’t want you scaring our star contestant, now would we?” I say to it with a roll of my eyes.
I walk back inside to find Camryn still crouched on the sink. Her shapely legs are exposed and her breasts are almost popping out of the top of the towel.
“I-is it gone?” she asks as she clutches at the towel.
“Yes,” I answer, standing in front of her.
Her phone begins to ring and her gaze darts to the bed.
“Can you…” She trails off and points to the bed, clearly wanting me to get her phone for her.
“You can’t be serious?” I give her a pointed look.
“I’m dead serious,” she says, her fiery anger starting to take over now that the fear is subsiding.
“Camryn, don’t be ridiculous. The spider is gone. You’re fine,” I state dryly as I step to the side to allow her to get down. She looks around and I know she can’t figure out how to get off the sink.
I hold out a hand to help her down.
“Cover your eyes,” she insists.
I sigh and close my eyes.
“Are your eyes closed all the way?” she asks.
“Yes,” I grumble.
I feel her hand slide into mine and a moment later her body weight tugs at my arm as she jumps down. She falters slightly and I pull her against me to steady her.
It’s at the moment of contact that I realize her towel has slipped loose because I feel her naked breasts pressed against my thin button-down shirt. Holy hell! I feel my body begin to react and I don’t want her to know that she affects me like that. I move my hips back slightly so I’m not pressing my hardening dick against her abdomen.
“Shit,” she squeaks, and her hands start moving, probably to get the towel, but if anything, I’m true to my word, and against every desire I have, I don’t peek.
She steps away. “You can open your eyes now,” she says, and I open them to find her standing a foot away, the towel wrapped around her once again.
"Are we better now?” I ask, masking my desire with sarcasm.
This time, it’s Camryn rolling her eyes. “Yes,” she huffs. Her cheeks are pink and her chest is flushed in the same color. Part of me wonders if I have any effect on her or if it’s just me who has inappropriate thoughts.
“Good. I’m going to send a few more emails before dinner,” I state as I walk past her, getting a whiff of honeysuckle. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid.
“Thanks,” she calls out meekly as I leave her room. I wave my hand in the air and leave without another word or look because I don’t trust myself around her, especially not when she’s nearly naked. How I’m going to survive the next three weeks, I have no idea.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cam
I stand out on the balcony off my bedroom. I’m mortified by what just happened. He nearly saw me naked. And if I’m being honest with myself, I’m more mortified that I liked how his body felt wrapped around mine. Images of his strong hands holding my hips while I grind down on him danced across my mind for long seconds as we stood in my bathroom with my naked breasts pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me. I hate that I liked the way it felt. I hate that he has these sweet moments that make me like him. I’m so confused. I should just hate this man. It should be easy to hate him, but for some reason, it’s becoming harder and harder. I have no idea what to do.
I’ve called everyone I know trying to get advice, but of course, they are all busy. So I’ve resorted to messaging Max. I wish I could just give him details. It’d make life so much easier.
Me: I need advice.
It takes a minute but then I see three dots indicating he’s replying. I sit down on one of the two chairs on the balcony.
