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“He’s good in bed?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s mind blowing. Hands down the best lover I’ve ever had. It’s like he cares more about my pleasure than his own. Creative, too. We wound up in positions I didn’t even think were possible!” The syrup I was pouring on my waffle spilled onto the table, so I used my finger to sweep it up. I licked it and was immediately brought back to the way Cameron had paralyzed my entire body with just his tongue.

“He actually wants to make sure you have an orgasm, wow,” Nina huffed out a laugh at me. “Unlike someone else we won’t mention.”

I shuddered. “I’m still having flashbacks to that day he showed up at the office.”

“Yeah, but Cameron stood up for you.” She leaned against the counter and stared at me. “Are you two getting serious? Because it sure sounds like you are.”

I laughed, but even I could tell it sounded a little forced. “No, no way. I know better than to make that mistake. Cameron’s got some major issues thanks to his ex. He got married way too fast and had it annulled almost right away, and those scars are still pretty fresh.”

“So, you’re telling me he’s a commitment-phobe,” Nina said slowly. “I think I’m not the only one who needs to guard my heart.”

She might have a point, not that I was willing to admit it. “No worries about that,” I insisted as I shoved a huge bite of waffle in my mouth. “We’re just having fun together.”

“Mm-hmm, sure,” she said, not sounding convinced at all. “Call me overprotective, but what happens if all this fun you’re having together starts to shift into something that feels real? What are you going to do then?”

I propped my fork on my plate and stared into space, chewing through my contemplation. “Then we’ll sit down and talk about it, I guess. Make sure we understand what the other person wants. If he comes back and says he’s not looking for anything serious, I’ll move on. Trust me, I learned my lesson. I’m not about waiting around for men who can’t commit.”

“Good for you,” she cheered. Nina finished cooking her waffle and joined me at the counter. “So, what’s next for the dynamic duo?”

“Not sure,” I replied. “We need to touch base with Lucy to see what she thinks. The campaign is building to a crescendo, so right now we’re just doing cute couple-y stuff. The grand gestures are coming.”

“When do you get to the ‘my fake boyfriend is a billionaire’ stuff?” She chuckled. “The ‘private plane to go skiing in Gstaad’ stuff?”

“Darling,” I said, putting on a posh accent. “It’s the wrong season for Gstaad! We need to be looking to Paris. Or maybe Provence.”

“Ooh, fancy,” she swished her hand at me. “And we can’t forget about that gorgeous dress he bought for you. Which I will be borrowing at some point.”

“My closet is your closet,” I insisted.

“In that case, I hope there’s more shopping on the horizon. Snag some cashmere for me. Oh, and a pair of leather pants.”

“First of all, you know we can’t share pants. And second, where in the world would a librarian wear leather pants?”

She tipped her head toward the bouquet on the counter. “I might need to embrace the rock star lifestyle now that I’m a songwriter.”

I nodded. “So, you’re a rock star, and I’m a billionaire’s girlfriend. Sounds like we’re starring in our very own romance novel!”

“Speaking of, have I told you that I started working out the genre distribution for Treehouse Books? Obviously, romance will be front and center.”

“Obviously,” I agreed. “You know this little partnership with Cameron is bringing us even closer to making Treehouse happen?”

“Yeah, you’re really taking one for the team,” she rolled her eyes at me. “Poor baby over here is being forced into fine dining with a hottie so we can afford to open our bookshop.”

“Stop,” I swatted her.

But she was right. It was probably the easiest job I’d ever had. Hanging with Cameron was turning out to be the best part of my days. And nights.

Now all I had to do was make sure my heart stayed out of the equation.

18

CAMERON

Iwasn’t used to so much good news all at once.

I took a few minutes at the start of the day to survey the response to the latest antics with Felicity in the quiet of my office. After navigating the fallout from my father’s mistakes for far too long, the shift to nonstop positivity in everything associated with the Veritique brand was a shock to my system. Instead of doom scrolling through the news, I found myself looking forward to what the public had to say about Veritique, and more specifically, CamLicity. Because they were eating us up.